A POEM FOR MEXICAN CUSTOMS


Don’t get excited
About the icons
In my trunk

The samsonite
Is not their permanent
Dwelling place

Yes
They are valuable

Yes
I know you wanted
To know
The dollar amount

Yes
They are truly
For protection

Yes
They help me
Fight off
The devil

Evil spirits
Make things cold

The spirits
Of God
Are like
Burning fire

Yes
I knew you were
A believer

As you touched
My icons
Perspiration drops
Appeared in
You forehead