Drunk in the sunshine
Of Wednesday this
on the patio
of Las Cazuelas

The wiring of this afternoon
shocks rice and beans
and an oversized margarita
with two straws

Into steady relentless
retreat
off the plate
deep in the glass

Up comes another
subject
chamoflaged
in floral nonsense

And persuasion's lips eat
Guacamole
from my heart
with chips