when she comes
back from miami.
she's speaking
in spanish now.
her skin is dark,
there's a flower behind
her ear
and she's wearing
a provocative white dress
that flows
like a cloud around her.
there's a fresh tattoo
of a rose
upon her neck and
i smell tequila
on her breath. her lipstick
is smudged.
i take it was a good trip,
i tell her.
bueno, she whispers
breathlessly,
it was.
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