Muse sat at the café table
drinking Mai tais
& Singapore slings
tiny pink umbrellas with blue polk-a-dots
swirling above the rim of cheap glass.
Muse hadn't had a holiday in some time.
This alcohol numb felt good to her,
like ice on skin.
The taco buffet near the bar
sang cumin love songs of steam.
Rice grains on the dance floor
Played the marimba
clouds of blue hair
and orthopedic shoes
shuffling to the Macarena.
Mother Mary smiling from the vestibule
Muse marking time at the all-inclusive
orders another drink.
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