Lluvia de Noviembre

Was it April again?
No, pendejo.
It was November
and the profusion
of marigolds
confused a gringa bitch
who didn't know Jose Alfredo Jimenez
from Freddy Fender.
Meanwhile the rain
rushing used condoms
and losing lottery tickets
down las calles torcidas.
Mira, mi amor.
No lo se
que hacer
con todas estas espinas.
"Marigolds ain't got no thorns."
Like I told you, papi.
I am
confused.