putas locas—-brujas—-mis hermanas
on one stormy dawn—-making tea in torn

panties—-all my gods dying and her ass
outlined by the window—-ghosts of still-born

nights now—-now spirits of my cats visit
fifteen jealous souls—-some curl up near me

some curl up in me some—-just sulk poet
for the shade shadow dead hello kitty

and who doesn’t love a wild tenderness?
I use to appease you with cigarettes

and rum—-I hate rum—-now I spend my night
without crazy—-or cats or—-hootch—-jealous

little things—-like a fever without sweats
or a love that refuses to ignite