She says to me,
"You know you're crazy right."
I say to her,
"Tell me about it, lady."
I've known this for years.
I'm also--
And the sailorly bartender
Barkeep from El Vaso del Oro
with Irene.
That look she gave me
for what might be the last
time I ever see her,
who knows,
but the look;
I'll not be able to stop
thinking about her anytime soon.
The rush will make me
remember things,
I'm sure.
Like the French girls
on the metro at San Marti,
and the way Irene flips her hair,
