Dispatch from La Costa Gringa

A baby’s soother in the sand
plastic nipple blackening
in the Mexican sun.

Tequila on the rocks
Iguanas on the rocks
A girl with a falcon
by the breakfast buffet.

Down here on La Costa Gringa
it’s still Margaritaville
but no one I see is wasting away
and no one, absolutely no one
wants to talk politics.

In the markets though
they’re selling t shirts
saying Canada and Mexico
are not for sale.

A gay couple from San Francisco
get married on the beach.
Why does this seem threatened?
Why does everything seem threatened?

And to the north of us
a president out of an abandoned Vonnegut novel
is making friends with enemies
making enemies out of friends.

Taking part in Open Link over at dverse.