Mom decided one summer
that her drink was a virgin mojito.
Each time it is too sweet for her,
but she brings it down like a hummingbird.
Then she fills the glass with tap water.
Nobody offers her tap water in Catalonia.
So she takes the glass of limp and oxidizing
mint and lime to the bathroom.
Mom is rigid on the bill. She is sure
they are ripping her off.
Mom is frigid over the pool people.
They are ripping her off.
They have printed a yellow stain on the bottom.
The stain is growing.
Mom gets tipsy easily.
She tells my lover:
we have standards here,
we have standards for purity.
