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The Pose

You know the one. Actually, there’s more than one. Take a look at just about any picture with women in it and you’ll see it. The pose with a hand on the hip and the head tilted up a bit. Or the one where the woman stands sideways from the camera and her head is turned to face the camera. And there’s the one with the woman standing with both hands on hips and looking over her shoulder at the camera. There are so many of those “stock” poses.

My question is, where do they learn this? Who teaches them? Are they born with this ability? Whatever it is, I never got it. All my pictures are just plain old standing facing the camera straight ahead, hands at my sides. Pretty boring. But I just never got the memo on how to pose!

Makes me wonder what else I missed!

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It’s Sunday. It’s hot outside (and inside because it never cooled off in here after yesterday’s heat) I don’t want to think too much. However, when my hand brushed against my chin, I realized the three or so hairs there had grown and needed to be trimmed. Yes, embarrassing, I know. They are very fine and I don’t see them when I look in the mirror (mostly because I am half blind). It reminded me of when my youngest daughter and I were the only ones left at home. She was home schooled and we “did stuff” daily. It never failed that we would be out in public some place, far from home, and she would smile and say, “Mommy you have a chinny hair!” I would roll my eyes and wonder why she hadn’t told me about it before we left the house, or the car. And most of the time, I would get back home and forget to trim them and we would go through that all over again!

Now this chinny hair thing always reminds me of a brilliant poem that I first read in college, many moons ago. It was in my Chicano Poetry class and it was called A Moco Pome. It was written by the late poet, artist, and teacher, Jose’ Montoya. He later came to our classroom and read for us. And even later, I developed a bit of a friendship with him through email when I was editor of Con Safos magazine in the 90’s. He and I read our work at the same reading once, too! In any case, the Moco Pome is brilliant because it is a play on words and also something we can all identify with, all while taking on the appearance of being insignificant and simple.

A “moco” is a booger. A pome, while being a strange spelling for poem, is also a play on the word “pommes” which is French for apple. Now think back at what children (and others although I’m not naming names 😉 ) do with their boogers when not being watched…they play with them and roll them into a ball shape (or an apple shape, if you will). So with that in mind, and the additional translation of the Spanish word “bigote” (mustache) and memories of my chinny hairs, I share with you Jose’ Montoya’s…

A Moco Pome

And if you see
A moco on my
Bigote –

Don’t suffer
My shame and
Don’t punish
Me with silence…

Tell me about it!

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