take me to the Christian women;
take me to Maria, put the droolcup
under my chin & let me slobber
uncensored onto photographs of Maria
who; take me to the Maria I knew in 1928;
oh the high life we had w/ the old *****;
our last dollars up in smoke & off to
Harlem for fifty cents; afterward take
me to Maria's place on the west side
where saints preserve our aching *****;
on windy pier nights her on mini-mart
surveillance footage eternal as the
tombs' wormholes like moles on the back
of her hand; swiping her tarot card for entry
into eternity; her eyes unfocused; take me
to Maria ****** I need to kiss her cross