It’s smaller than expected
and early too
much filthier than the one we were shown
and the Mexican is pissed
offered cheese puffs when only hermetic salts will do
splashed with Evian when all he wanted was a Pepsi
we work it out in a morphed upgrade to sleek electronics and radio communication
hours go by
then: screaming affirmations of dorsal spray eating the sky’s junior league, firepole burns, strap-ons, clever and deft wrist spinning under first light
That’s what we get for bragging too loud under the eucalyptus and blue awnings
now dumping the body
figuring it out on our own
running out of gas a mile from home