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Buenos Nachos I'm living in Mexico.
I don't speak a word of Spanish, well I speak words of Spanish, one at a time. Banos Hombres, Manyana de nada buenos nachos meaning of course good nachos. I like Mexican food, Nachos are my favorite but they don't serve them much here. When I find them I like to able to say good nachos buenos nachos mostly the locals think I am saying good night even at lunch time. Siesta is my favorite word, such a civilized concept Nap after lunch. I do it a lot. A custom I can participate in with body language alone. I rouse myself mutter cerveza wander toward the Cantina and mostly pass for at least being sane and somewhat polite. I'm in the sticks in this barrio and despite its upward mobility American English is not spoken here. So I bite my tongue and nod a lot. heuvos y nachos cerveza y banos I get by. Manyana de nada The people I meet here don't know I am educated, don't know I'm a poet, don't know I am articulate, outspoken and rude since of course I speak gibberish. As siesta approaches I marvel at the drive of New York cabbies I met once long ago assimilating without siestas and the old Ukrainian janitor cleaning the labs he would teach in at home and all I can say is Buenos Nachos |
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