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My Momma Knows All The Monsters’ Hidden Teeth
my momma foresees mocos & gripa. she’d say: i dare you. bare your feet on the tile floor & watch a glacier swallow your ankles into sickness. go ahead. sleep wet-haired & watch water take nest onto the pillow then ocean your throat into sickness. my momma knows all the monsters’ hidden teeth. she’d say: go on. befriend the fire. & the vela’s wick will bite all the little fingers & make a burning church of your body. when the moon demands closed eyes. do so. el cucuy still thirsts. y ya sabes de la llorona. her trickery a result of sadness. be a good girl. too many lonely mothers whose children found wind a loved embrace.
then found mtv. & drogas. & sexo.
those poor mothers. who will they feed now. all that pan & leche gone to waste.
what a waste of pan & leche.
mija remember your mother & the vaporu. how they clung to your feet to save
you from ailment. remember you are
a floresita. rooted & hungry. hungry for sun. & sun too will be hungry.