day 2 in manuel antonio

populace speaks slowly
to the village idiot,
enunciating and repeating
something volatile

all the money i have
that’s never been enough
blooming promisingly in
some beach vendor’s imagination

i hate the world.
i let the waves decide
whether they’ll drown me.
they don’t.
another margarita.

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