God damn it, the moment this sexy girl drinking margaritas
at a table by herself at the Mexican joint (black skirt long legs
silver earrings) turns to me after an hour of furtive glances
and says “can I ask you a question?” and I reply “is it a hard question?”
and she laughs and asks for my name in order to confirm that I am the man
who sometimes brings a book and bitterness to the bar that employs her,
she pays Consuela and walks through a glass door:
now I remember the doctor bringing me screaming into the world.
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