The Diner

Getting into a fight in a diner
because Mexicans aren’t welcome

the spine of a cactus blue in the face
clouds with billowy and bushy tails

you can’t get real life just by living
or pausing in mid-sentence

the owner of the wayward
at the beck and call

of the caterpillar girl
her many sweet legs still Mexican

nonetheless and nonetheless
we shall go but farther down the road abuelo said