"TO HAVE A DESTINY OR
TO BE CLASSIFIED AS
A NUMBER THIS DECISION
IS FORCED UPON ALL OF US"
- sign located between Tunkas and Izamal
in the Mexican state of Yucatan
We were traveling fast on the uneven road
as the green of the jungle blurred into
an indistinct smattering of color
The car barreled down the middle
We would only edge over to the right
when a vehicle would come towards us
Above the blur of green the blue sky held
steady It lorded over everything much as
it has since we worshipped the sun
My Uncle and I didn't have to talk
the wind did that for us
We were going to buy meat that was
to be used for lunch and dinner
later that day.
On our drive back we drank cans of
cheap cold beer while I kept
the fresh meat in my lap
As we were driving back he told
me of people who had drowned in the
cenotes outside of town
How unfortunate for them I thought
as he pulled the car up to the house
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