Little Border Girl (Draft 5)

A collection of sorrows done:

a trek to the border

Don’t touch
No toque

The private parts

la vergüenza
the shame

The screaming girl
with the gathering of children

The screaming girl
in the plexiglass cage
furled up in foil

reporters, who
seem fatigued
and biased, refused to

see the face of things askew,
that they’d blur and silence:

corporate legal demurs to stir
Dominum Pupa too,
puppet master unskewered.

They gave her a children’s book
and she screamed. The kids
crammed beside her were
frightened to death of

the screaming girl
in the plexiglass cage.

She was not a virgin anymore.

The librarians unbidden,
biding their time, gave her a book,
Little Red Riding Hood

Henceforth, like a grim tale,
every stark night
the nightmares began
in the plexiglass cage

Little Red Riding Hood
met a coyote in Mexico
in the woods
on her way to
Grandma’s house

The screaming girl
scared the kids
in the plexiglass cage

The coyote asks,
where does Grandma live?


In her nightmare
ella camina bichi

The girl in the plexiglass cage
bleeds, and Grandma has
big teeth in the dream, but

ella fue violada,
raped by
el gran coyote malo

terror for the kids
in the plexiglass cage

because there have been
no heroes to pay the debts.

Private parts of shame

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