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.