Ascendencia reptilia


We used to worship serpents, not dogs,

not horses. Sometimes fish. Quetzales, 


eagles, colibríes. Beings obsidian

scaled & jade feathered. 


If I should name my origin, I’d say

I am of snake. Nopal. Espina.


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