“They should be quaking.”
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“we are safe in the darkness of the new moon— among peonies, plumeria, and violets"
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“I dreamt of seven serpents surrounding me / as I slept. They feast on my old flesh, / as they hiss Chicomecōātl calls you home.”
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“…not everything / needs to be light and clean—sometimes / chaos is necessary.”
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“In the middle of winter, after a month of unraveling / and wanting to turn to ice, I prayed to Xochiquetzal; / I was willing to be a sacrifice—have my heart / carved out with her obsidian knife.”
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“I wondered if there were ever times she forgot who she was; / if just knowing Zeus chased others— / made her find faults and want to carve them into her skin / so that each scar bellowed: Is this why I’m not enough?”
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“She dances around their bungalow / in onyx thigh-highs, a midnight lace romper / and a short burgundy Kimo decorated / with pearl colored lotus blossoms, / smoking a blunt with Lana Del Rey on the stereo.”
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