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Dia de los Muertos
for Jade

When we finally lie down
let peace cover our bodies,
let a fine dust and a scorpion
wander in our pelvic bones.

Our skulls will bend to touch
at the forehead, as we did
each night. Our ribs will clasp
like praying fingers,
no strand of black beads, no cross.

As our arms rest
on each others’ shoulders
we will dance
that night, my Love;
we’ll move across the ballroom,
glitter of the indigo sky.

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