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Be Mine

As the last few notes of the school bell

echoed in my ears, I watched you

emerge from the girls’ bathroom

with two of your friends in tow,

you laughing, them smirking.

After a beat, you placed it in my palm,

the Valentine’s Day card I’d bought for you.

I looked down into my hands

and saw a miracle of considered cruelty:

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Last night I went to my first Dia De Los Muertos, at the National Hispanic Cultural Center, here in Albuquerque. It was striking, beautiful and moving. I didn't have much to offer, but I left this poem I'd written for my mother on an altar:

( click here for a the poem I left on the altar, and some pictures )