i'd be sitting next

i'd be sitting next
to my bag
-my trustee companion
one who never fails me
and never in doubt

2 bottles of water
to keep me sober
moisten the sundried lips
and of course
to drown myself

a burrito
satisfying
mind wanders off to mexico
to keep the quick sand away
-eating up everything

and a thought
of having something else

else like what?
anything i set my
eyes on that
answers the call of
my stomach

another monday
of a lunchdate
with me
and my mistress
poetry.