mixing blood
hiding in Mexico
I crossed to El Paso
to speak Spanish with Cormac
pendejo he would say to my obliggato
wrong tune he would say
try mezcla past well say noon
touching the cat in the night
on my way to the toilet
and on my way back
because what if she's not
Just wanted to say thanks for linking to the Poetsarus.com Poetry Aggregator and let you know how wonderful it is to read your works. -Billy JOnes
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