Tlazolteotl the Therapist

Fri, 10/18/2019 - 13:46 -- tskaggs

The gold foil letters reading her name 

Classical, never subtle 

Her fame well-acclaimed 

Just tell her all your troubles

Tell her all your sins

Your tall tales that you’ve lived

Listen to the advice she will give

Her voice sinks under skins

Her eyes colored in a tempting Aztec glow

She’ll be the betraying company you keep

And you can call her Tlazo

 

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