Portales

She told me that God himself staked the plains

Sent down his angels one by one

to fill the dirt with arrows

every one pointing a finger at the sky

to remind you

to remind you to look up now and then and see

the gray walls of heaven are so easy to see

with the ground so flat

 

She told me God himself made it that way

sent down his angels one by one

to make the ground smell like cinnamon

and nutmeg baked in the sun

so on lazy days

when the bees can’t even stay awake

and the nothing’s moving

we know that we’re there for a reason

 

She told me God Himself made it that way

Send down his angels one by one

to flap their wings til the wind blows everything

so hard that you can lean against it.

scrape the ground and the houses til the paint comes off

To give us something to throw it into

our fears and shames and angers

to be scraped and blown away

 

She told me God himself made it that way

sent his angels one by one

to put a lake underground

so far so deep that only night can swim

 

She said God himself made it that way

sent his angels up one by one

to hold lights in the sky

so many angels

so many lights

too many to count

but enough to show you

show you where you are

and where you are is

 

She told me this over bowl after bowl of beans.

and fresh tortillas burnt a little around the edges

soaked with butter

as she brushed harina onto her apron

around rounded hips

She told me this

She told me this to bring me home.