Dog Bites and Bee Stings

I wrote something akin to a poem this morning. I don’t know if it’s a poem. Poetry seems to have a lot of rules but it goes like this, it goes:

“I wake up cuddled in a blanket,

staying warm during a chilly night. 

You start the day in the same way, 

wrapped up until I’m ready for you. 

I get down to the stoney street and

walk along the bumpy roads. You 

bump along the same streets. I,

like a robot, not thinking, only going off 

what my programming says to do. You, 

like a prisoner, brought by your guard 

who doesn’t care what you want. 

Both ending up in our meeting spot. I walk 

around the park and notice you. You 

have so many other friends to see, you

don’t notice me. I sit near you and monitor 

the crowd. If it works out today that you get 

lonely and there’s room for me, I’ll come 

up and talk to the guard. 

Twenty five pesos is fine, I say. He says okay 

and unwraps you from your clothes and lays you 

down in a soft white bed and wraps you up again and 

I enjoy you to the fullest. Thank you, Mr. Tamale Salesman.”

These things are comforting, these little packages wrapped in paper and put in bags. Everything feels so organized and proper and I don’t know the word for it. Anyways, I went out looking for a tamale man to get a torta de tamal, a tamale unwrapped and placed inside a roll and wrapped in paper and placed in a bag, but I couldn’t find any in the park. So I said, well I really want one so I hit the streets to find one and I didn’t see one out in the streets. I came back to the park to sit some and wait some more. I wondered about things not working out and how that’s just life and it’s not really important if things work out or not, there’s more to it. And I think we all learn that lesson often in life and forget that lesson really quickly.

I walked home and saw one green house and thought it needed it’s picture taken. And I thought about taking pictures of all the various colorful storefronts and homes here and organizing them by color. On my way up one street, Calle de la Constitución, I found five more green ones to go along with that first photo. They are on my instagram @matt_from_buffalo

That’s all really, take care.