I’ve been getting stuck in the space between
filling in the blanks
what Celia said about global warming
being the perfect result of, and companion to,
late capitalism
because if there is no off season
business is always on
spots where the sidewalk is stained purple
from jacaranda flowers fallen and crushed
feel them under your sneakers
to be here on the beach
with the local women begging me to buy a necklace
and the white dreads yogis “searching”
and the French Canadians yelling TOSTADA
