from Crazy Chicana in Catholic City
by Juliana Aragon Fatula
Poverty eats up souls.
Terror lies in children’s hearts.
She plays with gringos on the streets,
sits at the river, and wonders
how long it would take to sink
to the black bottom like la Llorona’s babies.
Mexican dirt drips down her face.
She prays on the edge of the current
flowing east; the amber sphere
vanishing in the west.
She prays for a reason not to slip
into the icy water.
He saves two lives,
God’s seed miracle:
she feels her son kick
on her fourteenth birthday.
Her son in the womb
fights the mud that clings like licorice,
learning to surf rough waters.
He saves lives and baptizes souls,
thumps his fists against their lungs,
sings life into their bodies.
This little dark man with cosmos eyes.
His heart vast as the ocean.
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