for the ..Chicas..

holy jumping jesus
sister sitting smoking smoldering
blowing me messages maybe
the red of her habit haunting me
at the cross of her crossroads I stand
with my nails
chasing all of her, names in the dreams,
the holy ghosts stalking them
the Rosarians, the Sister-hoods,
not praying, not staying
not teasing just weaving
stories in pictures
faith the message
the Sisterhood Supreme....