“Flow” by Jeff Davis:
My sister and I bring flowers to our grandmother’s grave on her birthdays. This time we went at the cemetery at night, and we got there with the moonlight. We met some skeletons over there. They left their graves to get drunk. They met us with great joy and wanted to dance with us. We were scared and prayed the Virgin of Zapopan. She helped us to escape from the dead so they didn’t chase us. We thank for that.
I look at your pants and I need a kiss…