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Woke up

Head buzzing

Vision blurred

Rickety little cot

Five by seven cell

A little south of Laredo

Guard outside my cell

Spoke his Spanish

Just a little too rapidly

Either asking for my name

Or deciding on a prom dress

Busted upper lip

And a new tattoo on my chest

Name of a girl

I don't believe I have ever met

But whoever "Rosalina" is

I hope she appreciated the gesture 

Sandwiched between a snoring wino

And a murmuring junkie

Apparently intent on apologizing

To his beloved mother

And some nun from Durango

Missing my wallet

A cell phone

A cheap watch

A few molars

And my last few drops of memory

Hair greasy

Eyes bloodshot

Mind hazed

Pockets stuffed to the brim

With regrets I can't seem to remember

Wallowing in sweat

and self pity

Dreaming of a place

Far away from the

Streets of Laredo