NIÑA ROJA, Red Girl. SANTA MUERTE,

Lady of Death. I pray to you: bring me

the ghost of she who told me to obey

my dream: “Love, come to the cemetery,

find my grave.” NIÑA, you know I’m sinful

in bed. MUERTE, you know that I’m honest

in my perversions. She came to me, full

of ghost blood and ghostly lust. Now my lust

keeps me awake at night. If she’ll return

once more I’ll bless my next nine orgasms

in your name, bring you cinnamon and burn

your red candles. NIÑA, shaker of limbs.

MUERTE, Saint Death, I beg of you, again,

bring this lovesick ghost back to me. Amen.