Wednesday, July 14, 2010

The Copy

The Copy

Emeralds are priceless
in the City,
but never as much
as a guttural no.

She trained to hide
that slave-of-love touch
in her blues. As if the copy
of the woman over-
powered the original,

the way it happens
in drag shows; two men
under the spell
of a masterful mesmerist.

The original man parades
his strength like a peacock
fanning its tail. His stare
is the only weapon needed
to make you dance.

In the end I said no
the way I did to elhonudreño
the day he beat his
güera at a party.

*elhonudreño = the honduran
*güera = blond woman

©  Sergio A. Ortiz, July 14, 2010

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