Y qué? Quintero Sintético?
Okay You've come into Being I know.
I went to the Oaxacan zócalo
and was taught Respect by her Seños
who Chided the common tourist looking
for quick drug deals in the Pueblo's Markets.
I was young and felt insulted, wondered
why my honor was challenged by Women
who questioned my purpose in their country
and City. And yet later, my Reasons
proved Poetic as the Spiders reclined
entwined in one another's Legs for Warmth.
In the Mixtec Sierra, from the Cold Air
was formed a bottle of Wine filled with Time.
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