One of my early poems, “From Juarez,” was based on a photograph by Miguel Gandert, a photographer who teaches at the University of New Mexico. Yesterday a dear friend who works there sent me Gandert’s University link that I include above.
(after a photograph by Miguel Gandert)
I'm Teresa Gutierrez. Look at me. Alive.
Not like my friend Cecilia Covarrubias. Shot
once in each breast and tossed in a field
where nothing grows.
The next day I ask my cousin to work
his magic. Tattoo the Blessed Mother.
Clothed with the stars and sun.
Spiked light down my back.
He lines and shades
week after week.
I flinch and turn away.
See our Lady of Guadalupe
rise out of my jeans.
Carry her with me.
To the maquiladora.
To dark streets after the second shift
crossroads where the bus stops.
Her mantle around me.
First Published in _Confluence_ (vol. 17, 2006), Ed. Wilma Acree