guerrilla bitch

(for maria felipa)

so it goes that in the name of independence
maria felipa beat the shit out of
the portuguese with a bunch of nettles

trying to save salvador
and other lands from the wrath
of white men

it was when they took their clothes off
believing they’d be fucking that felipa
would set the caravels on fire

maria felipa would seduce like libras do
(distract and destroy) anticipating in 100 years
the tactics now known as black bloc

if cobain were alive certainly
that little chorus would be meant for her
‘polly wants a cracker’

(that story of the girl who seduces
the executioner and frees herself and then tells
the story to deaf ears

as is the case of maria felipa
whose act of guerrilla bitchcraft
is known and celebrated by few)

100 years over and it’s me beating the shit
out of you not with the weed (yes that one)
to save myself from the fright

your republic of coxinhas won’t
accept mine, of northeastern mortadela,
but perhaps zika will level us all,

micro- or anencephalic, just you and i
will go on fucking, molotov cocktail
of darkness, fertilising with your sperm

all my captainships until
that one is named after a southern
city, ‘new middle ages’.

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