The girl from Zacatecas
Wears sequins like starlight  
Slow dancing with the undertaker
—A man of some stature--
In his mirrored platform shoes.  
Most of the younger men in this club
With their American pistols
Want to dance to narco-corridos—
Prancing like circus horses
Drunk on mezcal and beer.
But she doesn’t hear the music anymore. 
Or the lurid whispers of these grubby norteños,
Just the lonesome whistle of La Bestia--
In the distance. An iron coffin
Barreling north to the river of drowned loves.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Tom Darin Liskey spent nearly a decade working as a journalist in Venezuela, Argentina and Brazil. He is a graduate of the University of Southern Mississippi. His fiction and non fiction have appeared in the Crime Factory, Driftwood Press, Mount Island, The Burnside Writers Collective, Sassafras Literary Magazine, and Biostories, among others. His photographs have been published in Hobo Camp Review, Roadside Fiction, Blue Hour Magazine, Synesthesia Literary Journal and Midwestern Gothic.