FOR THE GUY DRESSED LIKE FIDEL CASTRO AT SAN DIEGO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT BY MELANIE BROWNE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 11
If I wasn’t married
I would take you
to a hotel
and order us both
a plate of
huevos habaneros
Probably even
get you drunk
to find out if you wear
your little green hat
when you go
to bed with women
much taller than yourself
It would be the time
to relieve yourself
of any burdens
you carry around,
to tell me that
you’re boycotting McDonald’s,
and why
everything you
own is in
a green backpack
The sun would be rising
warmer
in the sky
I would
barely have
time
to get you
back to
the airport
to catch the next
flight