Dudes & Damselles

Sitting in the rusted (out?) wrecks of ourselves

We share meals at long tables

Like Mexican royalty

As they bring our plates

Of chile rellenos,

Burros, huevos y mas.

Our blood is primed

From drink, our lungs

And skin resonate

With the smoke

We’ve inhaled.

We laugh,

We share

The burden we’ve willed

Onto ourselves.

City lights glow outside,

Humming loudly

But drowned

By the rhythms

Of the tires

Passing by.