mongol pencils are great

margaritaville

salty rim
no umbrella, just a straw
lime
lemon
gritty zing scorching my throat
one sip
i gulp hard
two glasses now
i hear laughing
need to turn my head
have to look for that sound
floating
dazed
numb
three
four
my fingers touch my cheek
lips sore from smiling
and the laughter bubbles up to the brim
from me
let's toast on the fifth
it's me laughing
as i drown
drown in my drink