Maria Dolores Maria
Dolores sells yo-yos that light up in the dark. She spits fire at cars on La Reforma
for change. She can make a flute. She carves obsidian into a perfect sphere. She also hawks Korean-made
Batmans that swoop down on a string. It’s a month since Maria Dolores ate. The babies come first, that’s all there is to it. A month of singing ballads for coins on the Blue Line between Hildalgo &
Tasquena, shaking dirt out of her guitar on the platform between trains. Mexico
City 16
June 1991 [Published in Grasslands. © 1994 by Jim
Cohn.] |