mexico, i remember you
do you remember me?
i remember maguie
and her yellow dress
the lollypop excess
in the folds of her cheeks congealing
mexico i kissed your neck
and you turned mine black
with little brass butterflies
mexico, i starved all week
plastic fruit on the window
inside, real carne, i don't
mexico, your tawed tough men
bartered bread then
out of matte cadillacs
raspy speakers crack
some beg with bags
that flaccid on wrists hang
mexico, make me sing
shake me shake me
make horns bleat
i die for your harmony
and three four heartbeat
mexico, wrap around my waist
hang the colored crepe
i'm yelling your name today
we're stomping out
the dust of our yesterdays
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