Señorita

You say luck
won't stop at your door.
That what God gives you, God takes away,
and I know it's not your strong suit
to think about others.
You don't make me feel sorry anymore, Miss.

You let that guy sing his song,
but you didn't think it was pretty.
You keep the caresses
in the freezer.
You don't make me feel sorry anymore, Miss.

You play with men
like you're betting and winning,
and mix whiskey with holy water.
They're opening bars
next to your heart.
You don't make me feel sorry anymore, Miss.

Tell your mother
if you stop crying
that even the streetlights
are scared of your shadow
when you go for a walk.

They've seen you drowning
and acting like a fakir,
donating blood at the church door,
swallowing the train tracks.
You don't make me feel sorry anymore, Miss.