Girl of the Village
A poem by Lana Valdez

Girl of the Village

she hides in glory, 
the young madonna in her bedroom  

where the village can’t weep her name 

in the land where men and women 
embrace in lagoons of fire,
their limbs falling behind them like boas,
the young madonna has made the sun dance,
for fun
but no one is happy,
they only stand outside her door

they want to know if they are in her book of angels 

in her bedroom window, 
the young madonna watches the lovers 
do what they please,
lets her eyes linger on the trail of blood they leave behind 

About the Author:

Lana Valdez is a twenty one year old writer living in Southern California, known for her poetry and short films. Her chapbook, THE RED DOLL, is available via Bottlecap Press, and her short films are available on her YouTube channel, Lana Valdez.

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