New Year's

Drunk off wine and life,

we shovel ceviche

by the half-pound down

our throats, tortilla

chips like earth movers

tiling tart lime juice

drenched bits of snapper,

onions, tomatoes,

serrano chilis,

and avocado

into our waiting

bellies of hunger.

Surrounded, friendly

faces contorted

and laughter stricken

dole out anecdotes

met with choruses

of thrumming laughter,

mostly playful gibes,

and ad hominem

terms of endearment,

but these sweet nothings

mean more instantly 

than dearer buddies.