Angelica

My eyes cry from the heart, she says
perched upon a neon altar
in the church of the New Constitution
located on the outskirts of Texas

Some day I'll be somewhere, she says
far from here and the stockade that locks me to my fate
I've seen tomorrow, oh yes, and I've kissed its feet
so it owes me

the light fades from her bluish, grayish, reddish eyes
embers leap from her palms as they burn with regret
another layer of skin sacrificed to the god of
why did I ever do that

Silenced and silent she drops to her knees
thoughts are the placards of the soul, she says
that clothe the skeleton of the redeemer
so here I am, all dressed up and nowhere to go