-after Yesenia Montilla
My Mother’s madness is an unmothered bride child/A sacrificial lamb
A collection of porcelain dolls aching/An empty mamajuana bottle
A faulty lighter that laughs at the yellow of nicotine-stained fingers
It is un alabare with pulpit knees
A bare-faced Pentecostal/A rosary-holding Catholic/A singing Christian woman
Repent/Cristo Viene
My Mother’s madness trips her mother’s shuffling Parkinson's feet
Takes sides with the brother who hates her the most
It wails from city rooftops/Looks down and hallucinates palmas
She takes it to the doctor
The Curandera
The corner and still...