15 LEMUR THE FIFTEENTH ANDALUSIA (CARMITA, 14 years old)
A thin plastic thread. A needle on the lighter’s fire. A pack of paper towels.
Three red roses.
The Earth on four elephants.
A winged child born in Andalusia.
Ten thousand babies smuggled into America in hollowed-out watermelons.
Lady D with burning eyes like the leader of a satanic cult.
Torn sheets of a sensationalist occult magazine in the corner of a ruin beside dried excrement. Traces of body waste also embellish the pages that, who knows when, came in handy for someone’s wiping.
This ruin is visited only by those who need to relieve themselves.
Boys’ mutated voices are fresh in her memory: Gitana! Gitana!
From somewhere, from an empty open roadside bar, a song is heard on the radio, sadness is heard on the radio:
Cua
