Mexican Catches Real Fairy, Preserves It in Formaldehyde
Stretching for sweetness,
Picking mountains of guavas
Surrounded only by bees and heat
When I brushed against eerie light,
A faerie,
With translucent wings
And darting eyes
Skittering like a violet hummingbird
Her skin, a glowing purple,
Like flesh of a bruised fruit.
She sang, an angel choir,
Weaving hopes and promises into frenzied dream
But I held her tight,
Stuffed her in a bottle,
Drowned her in formaldehyde.
Now pesos rain from villagers’ hands
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