La Resistencia

"Tu puño es rosa,
pero está en la muñeca izquierda."

So averred Placa
as we screamed around the fountain

surmounted by Our Lady of Death.
I tossed a nickel in

from the scrub side of her ride --
a fucking e-Golf, homes!

So this is the town of Juarez,
where my sister and I

dream into being an army
of girls; they throng the street,

each bearing an obsidian blade.
Los caballeros bar the doors and draw the shades.