VIRGEN DRAG
by Sandra Del Rio Madrigal
I could never cleave Jesus from Jehovah, could never merge the two into one, either, never could divulge Guadalupe as singular from Maria, could never not divulge neither from either, flamboyant all these spirits in the many forms they take in me belief runs as do the sun’s rays, away [at times into] certain of their place beyond my outline [at times within] I am certain of a gaping geography never quite filled within my womb, and yet there is life here is life I hold ravaged unburdened desire so nested near the core my vientre the place where my mother now mothers now enters and feeds off I am her nutrients her faith her Jehovah her I am just like Guadalupe once was as mother as life as beyond my outline I am life within the inner monologues amongst the saints—the montage where all light and death conspire against a hunger—I offer now white petals painted red in my mouth.