It was the strangest night of my life

We began as 4 beans dipping

Toes in the sane

        And eyesight in the starlight

     Of the Brazilian ocean

      Filled with tequila and dollhouse coffee

   And slowly moved to a hidden

            Brothel of false love and rape

     As silver boxer-briefs blinded my eyes

   I made him take me home –

        No sand in the streets of Rio.

      And left him alone

             With perversion in his red love

      We left to Japan with the

             Italian chef and

      The Australian darling

        To wander and stare

     Through a plastic cup of sugar cane

   We were told not to dance

            And instead drank beer

     And spoke of color en español.

 We saw different colors –

        (but I have come to realize

 we all do).

   The tall one spoke to me in

  An American foreign tongue of football

And I left in search of smoke,

 (to fill the emptiness, I gather).

      He followed me –

   The one with the big eyes, heart,

                 And space in his teeth.

        I said bona noite and

                  He kissed me

          Nao posso…

                      Teach me,

                  I cannot

          (I really have nothing to teach)

   I chose chapstick over lips

      And was shunned by Brazil

And ran to a bus with

       A beautiful man

Who told me I had a beautiful smile

        And gave me life again.

We danced with a cult

     At Caza de Matriz

   In the 80’s as they

      Closed their eyes drank and sang.

 The architect tried to kiss me,

      Because I’m charming, she says.

      Nao posso, ten yo un novio en la.

      I liked, but it will always

               Be a lie

                 I gather.

    I made it home to nionese

Before the sunrise and slept

            Until beauty could awake me.