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Here I have come to where? A bar in the middle of nowhere, New York City But it's Spanish and that's good. And why? Because it makes me feel separated from obligations and alone in a lost town on the west coast of vanquished Mexico. The automatic easy emptyness of the solved day is gone there. Gone with the hard binds of responsibility A womans alcoholic joy is used there. and tomorrow is clutter not heeded. This bar is my escape I would not call it otherwise-- I know. But the unrelenting demands to grow internalized after twenty six years in a backdrop of the solely expected requires relief and so I'm here.