Chicano Poet

Friday, May 07, 2010

El Gran Conquistador

Dios knows I’ve had my share
of naked chicana poetas.

Like an Aztec priest with obsidian knives
I cut out their hearts.

I took them on a bed
of Quetzalcoatl feathers.

I fathered their poor
Malinche children.

I fathered their drowned
Llorona children.

I abandoned them,
I fled like the Mayans.

Amorsito, tu eres my next
naked chicana poeta.


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