a creative atelier
a creative atelier
The Virgin Mary hangs crooked on the back wall,
Bloody in the glass,
With a spiked tequila laugh,
And the smell of old grease cling-wraps over last night.
Central Mexico leapt over the wall,
Flew over it on heavy white plates drowned in a mole sauce.
This is true.
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