The first poem-- now I have reading glasses.
So the first poem is a kind of benediction
and I thought that was kind of nice, to open with a blessing.
It's called "Gloria Mundi," and it's
the first poem that will be in the Piedra book.
It's short.
Might be the last short poem I do tonight.
"Gloria Mundi."
Mountains unseen, split, spit red thunder,
all life in excess.
The drop of milk rises pearly to nipples peak and trembles
for a mouth.
Live rain.
What need does beauty have of us?
This kernel of corn holds within itself
every meal by through time cracked in a mouse's teeth,
flee upon its back, wanders aspen glades of fur.
Obsidian ceremonial dagger driven
in sips crimson platelets from the same heart as mine.
Virgen de Guadalupe, pray for us.
Tonantzin, pray for us.
Malinche, pray for us.
[? Tlazoteotl ?], pray for us.
Santa Sabina, pray for us.
Hechicera, pray for us.
Profesora, pray for us.
Despeinada, pray for us.
Chola, pray for us.