didn’t know how to make a margarita;
the lush sitting across from me took a
single sip and watched the ice melt into
too many ounces of margarita mix,
the cheap stuff made with corn syrup
from some farm back in Illinois subsidized
by the U.S. government to force her to
drink bad margaritas to replenish her
fluids after an evening of hot yoga.
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