Esa es vida, mi querida - That's Life, my dear...

Woman at 'Sunny's' pizza shop
chops onion and salami,
cries huge tears running
the colours of Italy
through the flour on her cheeks
"Que passa, mina Linda? Que passa?"
"Oh Querida!" she sighs
kneading the dough with
hands like clamps,
"hhhWhy???" she exclaims,
brushing more flour through her hair
twirling the base high into the bright sky
"Esa es Vida, Senora - es Vida!" say I,
palms upturned in my best, most open shrug,
the pizza flying through eclipse, the picture of her face
before the moon lands, spinning on her upturned fist.