"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.
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