Nasty EL SALVADOR

I order a plato complet at the bar. the woman who owns the place has big black teesed hair,a grand dame wearing a white v neck with the word jesus embroidered under gold rimmed glasses and a cigarette that smokes but doesnt go out. some mangy dog scuffles under the table, his fleas leaping off onto a kid in a plastic roller toy, tied to the wall. he lunges against his belly dragging plastic casters against the sandscript floor. every goddam grain slips into my vein like an itch that cant scratch. a fat moomoo nurses a tit. I want to look, i want to look right at that huge breast, and her husband drinking a beer. I hope they wash their hands before they make my food. between the milk and the sweat and the scurvy and the old cunt caught in smoke and the sea that carmalizes the familial sap Ive become engendered to them all by association. Im looking for the booby prize some 15 year old blanket or a single mom, the turquoise plastic chair, a warm mouth around my cock and surf lessons. everything around here smolders like it all erupted yesterday. the white woman who brings my tooth has gold lined juices that split me in two. im getting corroded like an upstate new york truck chasis, the rock salt on the roads cutting me away into spoiled carbon. even the baby has a necklace, and nikes from the market, and a look like “dont you know who i am” that goddam ocean strikes again. here he goes “i am the sea carne” he says blistering in the sun “I am the night whistle” he whispers in baby talk. “I am the light in the window” the mom looks up sharpening her cigarette, and cleaning its shived edge, on a flap of skin above her clit. “stay as long as you like, this place now belongs to you”