Poem With Mexicans

I was buying my tacos
at La Joyita

when two Mexicans walked in
one ordered tacos de lengua

quiero las tortillas tostaditas
he told the girl behind the counter

the other one the shorter one
got a Jarito morado

telling the taller one
es bueno pa la cruda

good for the hangover he said
it was two in the afternoon

the sun
was taking a hammer to the sky

knocking birds to the ground
as if they were teeth

I got my tacos and left
being careful where I stepped