Drinking under the Moon She Goes Laughing:
By Margo Tamez
When the end was near
He threatened hands trembling
There is no end never his hands reaching to my face
You can’t leave taking off his shirt going for his pants
The trickle of sweat beading off his nose
Moon-orb spray metallic shimmer slicklove
Tripping numb night shadows
Crows perched on a streetlight
We’re terrestrial ants living in fragility
On Huhugam sacred ground
Jar of our dead
Like ragged cats my ghosts and I
Gossip in the alley behind a bar
My eyes grasp theirs a spark revolution
Feet without tracks on gravel
Our existence erased far off
From clinking beer bottles and vanity
On the bench outside a bookstore
We get erased see the news of the street
Resistance getting milled
My favorite ghosts and I bear down harder birth ourselves
On the bench outside a bookstore
Frigid wind wants to snatch our secrets
Hey nay ya na ya na ya na
I thank you thank you for your presence
My ghosts I thank you for your presence
Hey nay ya na ya na ya na ya na
This dilemma oh ancestors
O! ancestors !!!! I thank you thank you thank you
Hey nay ya na ya na ya na ya na
I’m still the Lipan Jumano land-grant mongrel
Nobody sees nobody recognizes an invisibility
Scudding through all the checkpoints
Border towns train tracks pesticide flybys welfare lines
Wings shifting shape
Scorpion’s venom injects me for the night
Green light spasms in the click click delete cut past
fucking do something do something different
An orgasm of light at the slippery edge
One good time to die
And live spreading like osmosis
Tripping grandmother rabbit on the moon
Always with that sorrowful look on her face
Make the medicine
Be artistic
Do what is necessary
Copyright Credit: Margo Tamez, “Drinking under the Moon She Goes Laughing” from Raven Eye. Copyright © 2007 by Margo Tamez. Reprinted by permission of University of Arizona Press.
Source: Raven Eye (University of Arizona Press, 2007)