Pretty face, big dreams, danced like nobody’s business…
“Wait and see, papi.” Alejandro told me he’d be in the headlines someday.
How right he’d been.
Should’ve moved out of that dump when I offered him the chance…
But he wanted to be a star… Whore his way to the top, that was his plan.
I picked up the newspaper from my table, carefully dusting off the blow that sprinkled his face.
Cops found the arms, then the legs… but not that pretty, pretty head.
I opened the freezer to ask him again…
Baby, why’d you gotta be such a whore…?
© 2013 K.Z. Morano