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Originally published
as a poem in Rio Grande Review.
We decided to go Mexican, Davy
and me. We ate six kilos of beans and two cans of Rosarito hotsauce.
But our skin stayed white, and our accents flat as flapjacks.
Still, Davy seemed to think this might work.
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