a stale chocolate eclair
just before midnight
washed down by cold sparkling
water straight from the bottle.
a tiny white head zit
on your lower eyelid
causing swelling and irritation.
sizzling mushroom fajitas
for dinner
two margaritas
large and on the rocks
a beer at the art house movie
with friends. a gentle
walk to the taxi.
a ruptured taste bud
on the tongue making
it challenging to pry
that piece of tortilla chip
from the hole in your molar.
a cool breeze
in the tropical heat.
another sunday night:
this one on the
forty seventh december
of your life.
December 19, 2021
353/365
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aging,
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Food,
friends,
Mexican food,
Midlife,
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