mercado

It's nearly new year.

The weather's warm. My flesh still enjoys the sun. I'm a novelty, todavia. A man highjacks a girl, flirts with her. Medio y medio y mas medio y medio. The insouciance of knowledge. Maybe have a snack, some chinchulin, no need for the works. The sun is kind. A dress. An angle. A mazy walk. Throw an art deco bracelet in the brackish port water. Hug your knees. Round specs. Cast the past into the vast ocean's deep. Face the unknown. The sun is kind. The alcohol dissolving into the blood stream. Risk. The bracelet sinks to the bottom. Finds its new home. Knows its lustre may be lost but its metal will survive us all.