after Corregidora

  my veins are centuries meeting

            a portuguese song

             a black song

               blue

            Kentucky croon

                    not a portuguese song

            Ella, Mamie, Ma Rainey

  song of the past sung

           palmares hummed

            in consequence

          Bessie, Ethel, Trixie

                       he made us

  make love to anyone

          my whole body knew

          it wanted you

                     couldn’t love anyone

  a girl

         with tears for eyes

               and a whole world down there

           a meeting

           of centuries

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