13/365 Ramberto
His daily noon backgammon game is strewn with crumbs and bilingual expletives, opponent abuse being part of the strategy. His mother’s flan is a poem, and he is our supplier. He glides on a dance floor—if I were Dominican, would my hips be free?
posted by Indigo Bunting at 10:12 AM
1 Comments:
I remember this one and I don't know why I didn't comment on it. Love the last line.
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