they say you meet him three times
the second was in mexico
right across from ricos raspas
and I said no
until he came on over
bold as church
in front of san domingo
the dust rallied to his clatty hooves
and all the women selling blouses
you want two fingers or three ?
por favor and
pushed me up against the cool adobe and
bit my mouth making blood
listen how my body sings
opens like a stupid flower
hasta luego
and there i am
i’m on my knees
crying to the wrong god
por favor camisas blusas
por favor
bound like that
until we meet again