The Arco Iris isn't

as pink

anymore but it is still there
all the time her heart is beating


how the pimp sped into


the landscape outside a small
whorehouse in Naco Son


we were just walking by had just finished

the Blue Moon where on the ledges
used to be placed

the Virgin the candles lit up
the adobe walls pesos
the brown girls far from home
between two outbacks

he sped into the masterpiece
his blue car dust
brimmed hat

trembling as I thieved
their image

the Three Graces short shorts
thongs

white teeth their laughter
is still inside the silver
how are they now?