Mezcal/Café


He dances her
cause he loves her
and she is upset.

She can’t remember
anything after
that taste.

Darling, pass me that gun;
forgive us all for what we’ve done.
«The cleaners are coming,
one by one.»

There’s no place for
that kind of patient love
in the broken mind of ours.

(That scene on a loop.)