Paco traded Looney his commissary
for a tatt of +++++++++++++++La ++++++++++++++++++++Virgen +++++holding
her infant son, a black & grey +++++++++++++++Nimbus
tied to her head like a paño +++++under the straw hat +++++of a jornalero, +++++++++++++++A smaller ++++++++++++++++++++Halo
budding at her breast.
He’s not Catholic. +++++++++++++++God, ++++++++++++++++++++No.
But since he’s been inside, he’s found +++++++++++++++His ++++++++++++++++++++Divinity.
The sores on his face have healed.
He once scratched them +++++++++++++++As ++++++++++++++++++++If
to free the losing numbers
of a lottery ticket. He’s gained weight +++++& all this +++++++++++++++Time
has made him doubt the infinity
of handcuffs. ++++++++++++++++++++Paco
traded Looney noodle soups for a tattoo +++++of the +++++++++++++++Blessed ++++++++++++++++++++Mother
because he remembered his own Mother +++++telling him the story: ++++++++++++++++++++Light +++++piercing the veil +++++traveling the canal +++++down to Avenal, California
splitting atoms until Adam is +++++++++++++++Born, ++++++++++++++++++++Again +++++between sun-kissed thighs +++++traversing this world +++++++++++++++Humbly +++++riding a donkey through the iron gates +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++of the CDCR