beginning to think un poquito en español *a bit in spanish pero no sé enough but I don't know to fill las partes the parts importantes important*
the streets on New Year’s Day, the residue of vomit and glitter of confetti and piss
only pigeons in Plaza Aníbal Pinto están esperando conmigo *are waiting with me* in the midday sun, in front of poseidon
the honking horns of distant traffic the echoing hiss of the past
a drunk kid is passed out on the bench with his face covered
a black plastic bag shuffles on the sidewalk’s stones
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