A native of Córdoba, Veracruz,Estrella del Valle now lives in El Paso, Texas. Her most recent poetry collection, Calima: CAution LIve aniMAls, was published in 2018. Her poems have recently appeared in Isacoustic, La Canasta, Rogue Agent, and Somos en escrito.
Cybernetic Princess (translated by Toshiya Kamei)
From nine to ten in the evening you can chat with her online. For a dime, the cybernetic princess lets you enter her site – www.babymoon.com/princess07/. Double click and here she is, before your eyes appear the princess's black curls falling over her firm breasts and her lips red as a lamb's blood, because she offers a sacrifice for her unfortunate subjects who have no access to real princesses. Her pale skin reveals her lineage that descends from the house of Monaco, where the sluttiest princesses in the world come from. The offering starts when she appears in the most exotic positions only royalty could carry out in the company of the opposite sex. Thousand-year-old poses used by the nobility after the Crusades, after the wars waged for a noble cause that enchanted the spirit. The most popular item is the free one-minute-fifty-eight-second video where she masturbates a stud horse until he is drowned in prolonged ecstasy. Her face is covered with a thick layer of semen, which she swallows as a symbol of humbleness. Even with low pixel resolutions, the camera manages to capture her large, sad eyes, as blue as the sky behind the beast's back. Everyone wants to pay a quarter to see the princess in the seven promotional videos for new members. They pay ninety-nine cents to admire a real princess, who doesn't look like anime princesses with super-powers of unknown origins, or Princess Lea, a Mexican stripper married to a powerful politician. Even with her castle and everything, she can't be real as Baby Moon. I think that's why they leave her alone in her chat room from nine to ten in the evening, they leave her alone because she's authentic and they know it. That's when she becomes sad because she has no one to talk to, and she turns her beautiful face toward the counting machine that keeps adding dollars by second thanks to the seven promo videos she has on her site. There's no one in her chat room. Then she half closes her blue eyes because everyone wants her body, but not her heart. From one of the rooms in the palace, from her computer, the princess asks everyone who enters her chat room, "Who are you?" They leave her chat room scared, without understanding the question. They don't really know why they had to keep chatting online, because they have never talked, not even to themselves. They have never asked themselves the question Baby Moon asks from her quiet room. While they keep filling their mind with the free images, they will never know how they got there and where their ancestors came from because they would rather click on the free video to watch and laugh at a princess who has to swallow her pride for her people's welfare, as all members of the royalty have done for generations. While she watches the dollar sign go up, they would rather watch the window that keeps them from staying and answering the simple question "Who are you?" After having thought about the princesses' loneliness in front of the monitor, she will want to grab the mouse cable and tie it around her neck before the holocaust and glancing out the large windows of her bedroom. She will turn her sweet face toward the large gardens that surround her palace. The End