Our Lady of the Westside

Mary of Woodland Apts. Of Hoodland Darkness. Mary Who Raises Her
Hand for Public Comment. Mary Who’s Told She’s Off-Topic. Mary of Ya 

No Puedo Vivir. Mary, Mother of the Deceased,  La Inmaculada Concepción
of GoFundMe’s. Mary of Mortuaries. Of Casket-Compare. Of Unbrushed Hair. 

                                       Dios te salve Maria,
                                       llena eres de text messages,
                                       mi dolor es contigo,
                                      blessed the shoots
                                      of thy womb,
                                      baby’s breath,
                                      burnt glass,
                                      wax begonias,
                                      bleeding wax
                                      & hijos gone ya,
                                      our condolence
                                      please accept
                                      this folding table
                                      of teddies & roses,
                                      of boys  sin bigotes,
                                      all the bags of Cheetos
                                      from La Tiendita Market,
                                      Mary of Sunflowers,
                                      his name engraved
                                      on a Frappuccino.

Our altar, that art in EPA, hallow be thy pain, thy henny, thy Don  Julio
will be poured in dirt as it is in 7-Eleven, give us this day our daily Takis,
our westside, our good morning, our good night, our boy back, please, his
dreams, his age, fifteen, his name I pray, Inty, my God, you were hardly. A man.