i used to have dreams about mexico
it was always to the south
but there was always a rice paddy
or a river or canal you had to cross to get there.
i stopped dreaming about mexico after i spent time there.
now i think about it during the day.
but then last night,
mexico is to the south
but there's an ocean in between,
i'm out on the open ocean in a river kayak.
it's much too short for the collosal swells.
it's white with red paddles.
it looks good, but it's really just a coin purse.
we get to land, lena is there, and noel, we're in guatemala,
on a train, we're hungry, the driver says McDonald's?
i say no! please! somewhere good!
i'm aware i am acting like an annoying tourist.
we get out and wander into a corner house/bar/cafe/courtyard.
christmas lights, fireworks, i've never been here,
inside they have segregated the women from the men,
there's a chain in between,
it doesn't feel right,
and i wake up.
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