late night snack

she calls from Guatemala
at two in the morning eastern
standard time
forgetting that you are not
on the same clock.
what are you doing
she says, making a crunching
noise over the phone line.
i'm eating a corn
tortilla with cheese
and hot tamale sauce, she says.
and having a margarita,
salted.
you'd love it. I have a blender
in my room
hooked up the generator
out by the chicken coop.
were you sleeping?
yes, you tell her. but I am
hungry and wish I was
there with you.
I could use a margarita
and a tortilla right about now.