all eclipse,
all smoking mirror,
all the razor glitter of obsidian.

Tonantzin,
little mother,
Guadalupe,
look,

I take the loop of string on my fingers.
Here is the cat,
here is the cradle,
here is the hangman's noose.
Look,

I cup my hands, make the chalice.
And this cup
shall not pass.
Look.

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