i was relatively dry when i got
to the cantina
there’s this thing called an
umbrella
i felt like an idiot holding it
over my head
but i do get tired of the
stares
when i walk in a bar soaked
through and through
i passed on the tequila and
stuck with the tecate
there is a small crucifix over
the bar
next to a sign that reads,
“todo con moderacion”
(all things in moderation)
and the elderly lady behind the
bar
is leaving the empty cans in
front of me
like an umpire keeping score
but when i say,
“esta cantina es muy fina”
she shakes her head
and goes to the manager
and whispers in his ear
soon he is placing my final tab
in front of me
and i am out in the rain
i placed my umbrella by the
door
holding my now free hand over
my cigarette
walking and getting very wet
i think of an ending to my
novel
but instead of the protagonist
finding true love
and kissing in the rain
he will be alone
in his studio apartment
coughing up blood
when the last period is typed
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