• "Hey, gringo girl, he says. "Slide on the floor loose
    but slip into something tight
    and let's dance tonight."
    He makes me take the maracas,
    And his hips, the knives,
    Scalpel the saucy air.
    A doctor, his fingers dabble
    In the deep ends of my stomach.
    He spills me out,
    And I drip, damp, down my legs.
    I try to dance, to mix the maracas
    With the mess on the floor
    But I am only able to make noise.