Moto Libre

Mi amiga was walking to her tienda,

a shop with really nice…expensive…

stuff.

I said “Hola! Commo Estas?”

She smiled, said she was fine.

“I hear you’re giving away free joints

today…I heard someone say.” …teasingly.

She laughed, said no, we talked about a

crazy guy we knew…sat next to me on the

street…offered me his dope, sweetly.

She told me that, later that day, he’d had 

too much to drink,

hassled a masseuse,

and another gal,

and the police came and took him away.

A little more back and forth, and then,

She said: “Come on in, I’ll give you one,

a fat one, like you like.”

So sweet, 

I offered a poem, a kiss, a nothing,

she said:  “Just be happy.”

so, I was.