dining out

at nine thirty on a wednesday
you are sitting outside
a chipolte restaurant, the place
that you mispronounce
every time you try to say
it, and eating a giant
fat burrito with the works.
you've already loosened
your belt two notches
before you take the first
bite.you have your
tub of antiacid pills
next to a  mini bottle of hot sauce
and a large coke, that
you suck through a straw.
there's a full moon out
as you slide around
in your metal chair.
it's a beautiful night
to dine out despite being
alone. you feel like you are
in mexico, or some other
exotic place like delray
alexandria, virginia.
it's the moon, the hot sauce,
the romance in the air.
you wish your friend
esmeralda was here to do
a dance for you with her
castanets.