Drinking margaritas from a fish bowl.
Swimming in water
but never really cooling off.
Sweat dripping down the sides of your cheeks
the backs of your legs
pools of sweat
the kind Mosquitos breed in.
Pulling cockroaches out of cheese enchiladas
pilling them on the side of the plate
perhaps eating some
washing them down with Tecate
sealing the deal with tequila.
Lobsters in the sun.
Playing cards at night.
Scorpions falling from the thatched roof.
Cold showers that pee a stream
on one body part at a time.
Boys with bandanas across their face.
Steaming on the windy road out of Oaxaca.
Almost getting divorced.
Pulling on and off my Che shirt
depending on the climate
and I don't mean temperature.
Some things you just can't survive.
Sick but not from the water.
Sick from stress.
Sick from disappointment.
Sick from intoxication.
Sick from Stubbornness.
Sick from mountain jungle roads.
Sick of the heat.
Sick of commitment.
Settling into a bed and breakfast on Isla Mujeres.
Drinks on swinging bar chairs with ex patriots.
Laughing at the drunk Cajun spear-fishing
with a coat hanger
in heavy surf.
No one would have saved him.