in mexica

i saw a banana tree at the airport. before that i took a bowt and i said goodbye to hotbox. look at my lavely, wanderful turkoise water. i walked into it up to my elbow. i look at the waters and the oshun and i think "does jaffrey wonder wair i am? does mikey miss me? how will i lake haven when i die? will my mather and fother come with me? do the fishes lake to be eaten by me? are they happy? why is the oshun so green here? why do i feel so relax? will there be a strike by border agents?" the ends.