brown ankles

the brown indian girl said
the straw was itching her
brown ankles but really it
was her
over-starched socks. madre
esta nuevo,  has an amigo,
hasta la cervezas mas fina.
hasta la vista. hastas in the
backyard, water them.
hastas & columbines. vines.
she think not too much
about thee, socks.

anymore. the heart, she says,
moving on,
is never ending. it is a bla
nket woven into a shroud
that's circular. si senor. the

frog & the fish are, how do
you say, amigos. they drink
cervezas in the dugout or
argue about sobriety. i told
you, i'm not using, ever
again. i just want back in
the business. (who doesn't.)

was this a story or is this
the conversation we're
having.

who is her body
needing, nobody asks any
more.

is this a thought or a request:
fuck me like tomorrow's
never coming.

i'm getting tired of all the
second-guessing.