Issue 2
Salt y Sangre

Salt y Sangre

Discarded sacred systems, 
	Twilight resets the pitch.
This time period on Earth
Is as much a part of the mystery as We—of whatever happens here.
Mother: salt and sangre
	Whose sweet breast milk exists for the ®evolution 
Because their soft copper bodies pulled out of me are simply tiny gods 
	Fashioned from my entrails….
We are the warriors 
As government agents mop up Mars.
Supernatural because we’ve embroidered the red dust into our skins.
The children are drumming; I am the skin stretched thin. 
An echo,
A transmission,
A meme online.