Mexican Calligraphy

and so—
and so the arm
the arm with the tattoo
flexed with the tattoo
and so—
and so the skull
the flowers the Mexican
calligraphy pulsated
was pumped into life
and so—
and so she
she with the Sugar Skull
at this moment now
looked him in the eye
and rose her fist
her fist closed tight

and so—
she stood
she did not smile at the man

she stood
Dia Los Muertos in the air

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