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There was a peep show for the guys,
a quetzal to enter,
although the girls inside wore nothing
more revealing than evening gowns
and basketball shorts.

At the wedding booth,
the cost of marriage depended
on how it was consumated.
For a quetzal, you could get married
if you shook hands;
for fifty centavos, a peck on the cheek;
with a kiss on the lips,
you could be married for nothing.

Breathless from a bus ride, you came.
Ingrid took your hand, and mine,
and dragged us across the room.
We stood in front of Cˇsar,
playing the priest at a cardboard altar
lined with flowers.
Ingrid even had rings for us,
made of string.
Cˇsar read the wedding vows
and when it came time to say "I do," we did.

"How are you going to seal
your marriage?" Ingrid asked.
There would be time to be more extravagant,
and more true.
Lustful and cheap,
I kissed you for free.