my Mexican novio,
straight out of Mexico City.
we dated for the second week
of my two-week vacation,
we got naked and rolled
around in bed downstairs
he was no bueno at kissing
i thought i might lose my virginity
to him, then i thought no,
i'm pretty sure i shouldn't
lose it to a Mexican.
tomato, potato
i spoke english to him,
he spoke spanish to me
we understood each other
sometimes, but we tried not to do things
that involved talking
we mostly just made out.
some nights we'd go with friends to the local pool hall,
held hands down the cobblestones,
one time we went ATVing
i drove, he couldn't understand
the concept of shifting gears.
he showed me what to do if i got held up in the street
you say, soy tuya.
that's it, you say i'm yours and they take your money
and you don't get shot.
he put his finger-gun to my head
say, soy tuya
i said it, we made out for a little
and kept walking
he slept over the night before i left
i had a really early flight.
when it was time to go,
i was squirming like i was ready to fuck
he had bad breath per usual
he begged and begged:
no quiero que te vayas!
we made out
okay bye
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