| down there
at the bottom of the world
argentina floats like dregs
in the bottom of a glass
smoldering and
burning
in tango-agony
down there
we cook meat
up on robertoÕs roof
and drink tart
wine
drowned
in a squoosh of
selzer bubbles
up up up
i float like mary poppins
bumping the ceiling
giggling
up there
in the air
on the roof
in the sweet dark
night
we bump into each other
laughing
and down below
argentina burns
black and gold
drowned
down
under
our laughter
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