"¿otro pulkito?"

Catrina me pregunta

pero ya sabe

In the pulque bar mural

Catrina winks "¿otro coquito, guapo?"

Her breath on my neck chills

Erudition of both the above coming tomorrow.1

Notes

1 Yes, this is a sneaky way to break one day into two and thereby making it all the easier to find success in applying my system "post something to Poemaholix.com every weekday." It’s a marathon not a sprint.