Despite the smallness of my Texas hometown, I did not know her. I reached as I stared at her peaceful face in the local paper but I did not recognize the brown hair, careful make-up,toothless,silent smile age 26, .deceased. her accused murderer boasted no Heisman trophy,no t.v. charm, no millions for a glib lawyer. A poor, young chicana from robstown might as well be an irrelevant existence. Tally up another dead woman. I counted them trying to jump over fences and tripping over their big toes.somehow, I didn’t fall asleep.i wish I had known her. Every summer, I returned home to tally up another dead woman. a culture that venerates nuestra virgin maria, our mother, shouldn’t be letting it’s mothers bleed to death at the hands of husbands and lovers. maybe , it’s black and white, but I want to puke all over the print. I want to see it become pulpy and frothy with the pizza I ate for lunch. I wish I had known her. The eerie thing about parochial school is that church across the way,...
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