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  The Actress's Daughter
by Qiana Towns


Mommy adjusts the tiny pillow
beneath her knees as she fastens straight pins
on the hem of a white woman's dress.
Two young girls stand downstage
with their backs to the audience.
I notice the absence of props. The white woman
asks for her line as Mommy repeats it before
the director's assistant can find the page in her script.
Mommy winks from her knees and I try,
but blow her a kiss instead.


This is where I find her most days
during the school year. My arrival signals
an end to her day of line rehearsal and stage prep.
We hold hands in our mittens as we leave
the theater. Mommy listens as I talk
about how her puffy cheeks make her look
like Juanita Moore. She tosses her hand knitted
scarf around her neck and retreats into her thoughts.
I wonder silently why we ever left New York,
why she abandoned her dreams
of Broadway. But I'm afraid I'll hurt her
if I ask.


We recite the poems of Nikki and Amiri
as we wait for the bus. She never cuts
me off or corrects me when I get a line
wrong. Instead, she pauses or mouths
the words until I get back on track.
We don't even stop speaking as we pile
onto the bus for the ride down to the shelter.

 

 

 

 

 

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Qiana Towns holds a MA (with a concentration in creative writing) from Central Michigan University. Her work has appeared in Temenos and Central Review and will be included in the forthcoming all-poetry issue of Pindeldyboz. Her awards include Jett.com National Poetry Month Prize. She is currently pursing a Master of Fine Arts in poetry at Bowling Green State University.