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My best friend doesn’t know who she is anymore
She is a coyota
Culturally stretched beyond the limits of a black and white definition
She straddles the border outlined by the Rio Grande
Mezclera
The first time I saw you . . .
I was greeted by the most unearthly howl
The sound of a thousand jackrabbits being impaled while dragging their nails across a chalkboard
It stopped when
I am steaming tamales and stirring two cans of refried beans on the stove
with a metal spoon I probably shouldn’t be using,
this is a nonstick saucepan after all,
but you are in the hospital right now
