I balance a beer off of the white mound of belly that holds my food baby
I have named him Alberto, and he is tacos

and I am hearing, and but not really listening
it doesn't matter, we're having fun, it's alright

as the chatter of girls and boys, joking,
and full of charm and giggling, poking fingers
I look at their beautiful faces, grinning

smile stretched ear to ear, tan and freckled, lightly pink
on my striped bed with good food, good beer, crumbs in the sheets

ready to kiss faces, to break in my bed,
to blush scarlet, thanks to them, me too
and I am an amiable animal, for now