Day 6: Mexico

Maybe next year

I’ll live in Mexico

I’ll wake up late, to the hot sun

and eat bright fruits I don’t konw the names of

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I’ll walk the city with my Latin lover

he’ll buy me flowers and

drive me to the playa on his bike

he’ll say “eres hermosa, mi amor”

I’ll laugh off the compliment

.

Later we’ll go for tacos

bought on the street from the man with the mustache

who casually calls me guapa

his dark eyes crinkling with a smile

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Maybe next year I’ll live in Mexico,

but for now,

I’m in France,

missing you.

Emily Keeter