BRUJA, WITCHES IN MEXICO
(“Bruja sample”)
That
wicked       wicked
white            white
sun                   sun
sets on the western
ocean of the molten
metal sky over Mexico.
The girl with the wooden comb
brushes her long platinum hair,
naked in the window of the hut
while broad-shouldered fishermen
walk the narrow path to her
and are slapped in the face,
thrown out the door.
In the green room of hanging things
a parrot stares with one dead eye
at the mutation crouched there,
a tiny hunchbacked daughter
sucking air through her teeth.
Well, well, what’s so wicked
as moving through the …