I’m the Aztec God of War. Relentless ash, the devil at my elbow. I consume lick-flames hotter than your vieja. But I hold your hand. Love you like you are the only one. The last piece of steak in chile verde. The last slice of chocolate flan. That’s how you left me, gordo.
En el zócalo y sola. A creature that can do anything.
-From “Portrait as a Couple: Mexico City.” Click here for more poems.
Vickie Vértiz 