Marxist Mojitos

I have a bowl of garden tomatoes
and a gallon of good intentions
gone sour.

You have a winter white vehicle
and the libido of a twenty-year-old

We've been on two trips together
to the ER
and the sex is the best I've had
this week.

"Are you in love again?"
the birthday girl asks flippantly.
And she's right
to flip
through ten more pages, ten more weeks.

The bravest man I've known
this summer
has a kid coming next month
with no idea of its gender.

More lime.
Less mint.
A floater of rum for your comrade, please.

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