Running for Your Life: Cozumel Captured

It’s called the Coz CafĂ©, Coz for Cozumel, and it’s expat central with espresso colonial.

Here is where I wrote my first poem in I don’t know how long (not shown here), in part as a reaction to the following framed message that appears on the wall that best conveys adventure in the meta-nuclear age of travel and leisure.:

“I have seen things. Awful things. Empty coffee cup things.”

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