Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Broken Dolls 1. They enter the skin of painted leopards to reveal mysteries, voodoo magic. Then they gaze at the world from broken constellations, sitting directly across temptation and tittle-tattle about retiring in style. 2. She looks for her dealer, keeping a vigilant eye on Icarus ready to escape into exile. Suddenly she’s one with the concrete. 3. She doesn’t want to be a calendar queen. She wants to be a doll and spend her day in silence. She has body art; cranes floating through pines, lustrous yellow leaves. 4. She was happy to bend, raise her hand on camera, but men and silicon made her sick. Now she swims silently in heaven with a blue mantis, sings praises to her king. 5. Nothing shocks anyone anymore.  Callous is the fad. It is no wonder some end up living on the street. Ten million baby girls swallow sand every decade before their first scream while Barbie plays with medical tec

My Shadow Today I sit by the window my delusion spreads—nothing I think has the quality of a wounding experience. I'm lonely because I allowed you to step on my shadow. But now that I've crawled out of the ground I think I'll dance on your grave. Is this an angry statement? You are dead like a great white wolf who cannot sing, dead sonofabitch, always mean to me.