There are his sacred hearth / and his household gods
But She can’t help / this rainbow: strong / / at both ends, / every color equally / present.
It’s evening at my writing desk and both these spaces / are a silence, the dimly-lit expanse of years stretching one / / after another.
Step 1: Cut as many large sections as you can from my six nursing school uniforms, blue-and-white seersucker dresses with white cotton aprons buttoned to the waistband.
If I lost you in a forest if / like a fox you went under / / ground its own earth / another world
according to some jesus is the pilot of a / pimped-out flying saucer according to / some jesus plays fiddle like a fiend / possessed
Each poem shows the reader a bright flash of an extinguished life through the journey of forty-three poems, each honoring a María murdered between now and 1993.
The grating roar of adolescence / blooming red between my legs, poppy, / the bright girdle coming out of the sky / like a halo.
