Border Justice

The sweaty Mexican sheriff
interrogates mojados.

Swift justice
must find a nickname.

The only deputy he can afford
is a cup of black coffee.

Can't pin a badge on cream
he laughs a carcajada.

A neighborhood prostitute
just fourteen.

Mojado semen
inside her soul.

She lives next to the birds.
Nothing escapes this lawful

son of a bitch. Montezuma's
revenge hours away by plane.

Scales and lips like a fish
boil behind the cortinas.

That's curtains for you,
my gringo friend.

The Sheriff laughs into the night,
shirtless like earth.