was thinking about a poem my brother wrote and sent me a long time ago after i found a couch on craigslist. will expand.
there is a couch on craigslist that looks an awful lot
like the one 'buelita used to have.
maybe it's still lying around that old ranch house in mexico.
more likely walked her red crushed velvet ass
all the way up to westminster.
we ate real ice cream
made with real strawberries
for two small coins a day.
my brother texted me to say
he smelled guisado in the park
or somewhere.
neither of us eats meat anymore and
haven't had soda in years.
so strawberries are fine
and mexican cokes.
those don't count as soda.
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