the terminal in tepoztlán must be far bigger

than its apparent 300 square feet at least four

dozen travelers have come out since you went

in maybe i missed it and you transfigured into

somebody else i cannot tell there is singular

whitewashed column that completely obscures

my view of the o.c.c. counter where i left you i

i sit in the outdoor waiting area a fraying

triangular tarp overhead my only protection

from the mounting thunderstorm phone battery

13% after so many hours of excruciation i

become slap happy sticking out my tongue

for the baby girl mangling her mothers

sunglasses in front of me after so many

hours of doubling over i lay belly up across

your lap and stare at the heat lightning phone

battery 11% there is no hospital in tepoztlán i

listen to bootleg del rey for the first leg for the

second we watch interstellar to cope with the

turbulence phone battery 7% after so many

hours of spiritual awakening after crawling

into the ex-convento on my knees and out

on my ass after the amp feedback earthquake

after one hundred breathing exercises after