viva

burnt dust
seeps through the window,
slides against the curtain,
threadbare

moves
in la brisa
piano playing fingers
at the finish
de una canćion de amor

car siren wails,

incoherent spanish
drifts up

shadows still paint
the walls,
again

at 3 am

different room,
same thoughts

just mixed
with hindsight

and

tequila shots




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