Message to the Skeletal Earth Goddess

Lorca saw the Duende separate from the muse & the angel. Bodily. Inheritance. Tlazoltéotl, all passages through you. What passes. Chest cracked open. Your delicate keep. Your riotous discard. What stirs you. Sours each jagged seam. I obsess with interiority. Rattles: Ribs separate in hollowed-out breastbone. I, in your cage—low crepitus of bone on bone. What if descent is a lie? Only cracks into other dimensions. Portals. Flesh & terrestrial alike. Duende shaken loose. Another form of energy. Form of elegy. Busting open. Reconfigures inside out.

Image taken from the Codex Yoalli Ehēcatl (Codex Borgia), Loubat 1898, Plate 44. (COURTESY OF ANCIENT AMERICAS AT LACMA.)