Thursday, August 30, 2012

Rachael Castillo-Pulse

Rachael smiled,
like an angel, from across the desk,
compelling its return the way a yawn demands a yawn.
It was the mischievous grin of a girl now
evanescent and forever up to no good,
but anyway good

But we place value on other things.
One day in December they shot her in the head
and dumped her for the angels
at a shitty house in Gresham.