panama

i remember panama city.

beer cans fell from condominium balconies like stars —

struck my brother’s lips, drops glistening with granules of sand.

he swallowed the sea — drank that beer like he’d never taste another.

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now i stumble through the sands, drunken on

moonlight — throw beers at the sky.

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fingers do not slip out from the stars.

cans burst against the sands.

panama does not remember you.