Monday, May 05, 2008

It's Not Love

Pink Fish is like Red Bull, and it’s all they’ll serve you on the rooftops in Granada. Con un poquito mas Sauza, por favor? They’ll play Tupac if you ask very nicely. What do you want to hear?

Anything, anything. It’s been too long, too hot.

I’m just a California girl in a California world.

Don’t listen to the Australians, they’ll tell you everything you want to hear. This one says he’s a chippee. Does that career path come with a 401(k) plan?

No, he says. What is that?

You’ve traveled great distances to sweat under a different sun. But it’s the same sun, and it’s so hot your thighs are wet.

I will ask the questions, you say, and we will only stop to dance. Okay?

Sure, he says.

It will be good to see a chippee dance. You can check it off the list now, next to get lost and get found. Things only go on the list after they occur.

I think I am sick of Red Bull, you say.