Lola long dead, I still enter her old roomand find her rosary made from pressed rose petals.I cradle it in my palms, perfumingmy hands with her prayers.I don't pray. I just wonderat the fragrance a brown bead can hold,how many petals, how many roses,to make just one bead.
-Michelle Peñaloza
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