The dancing queen is yet important 
to the king's deflowered innocence:
he plays the chess game 
a little bored with laughter, 
renouncing celibate eyes of onyx blue. 
And as she sings his tears 
lost in the flood of little rabbits, 
the queen moves backward,
circles checkmate on her 
                               narcissistic lover,
and pounces her loss, 
victorious virtue tamed. 
And so he squalls
the mountain of his maimed oblivion,
enchantment and castration lost                          
in scissors strangling fish.
Being an academic not paid enough for her trouble, Ana M. Fores Tamayo wanted instead to do something that mattered: work with asylum seekers. She advocates for marginalized refugee families from Mexico and Central America. 
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