Though Rosa is (among other things) a thief and a criminal, she just might be my favourite character. I dunno, there are a lot of characters to love, so that's really saying something... but she just might be worthy of the title.
One thing is for sure, though: she. kicks. ass.
Master of an art,
dear Rosa Cisneros
lived much of her life
in search of dinero.
So brilliant—
but cursed!
her luck was
just the worst.
She kissed them before
and planned to again after
(that is, if they survived,
and drove off in laughter).
One was a bullet
in the back, his end;
another: heart attack
'twas fate, furysend.
Hail of gunfire,
screech of tires,
she thought she would die
in the glory of fire.
But this. But this!
This wasting away!
Who deserves it?
Not anyone, no way!
Especially not Rosa,
whose joy was to steal,
whose delight was to thieve,
whose love was so real…
And then one more—
a penultimate *shebang*—
the shitpot's remission,
his treatment not vain.
And the last of them all—
the heist of the van!
In the midst of such chaos:
always so rude, that one.