Taco Tuesday

Taco Tuesday 


How did it come to this, a staple food 
belittling the tiny, sacred space? 
We have a strange way to show the good, 
by making light to show a funny face; 
we’ve popped the cherries of their fragrant skin   
we’ve sewn our oats as horses clattered 
it is so much fun, to finally let them in? 
Perhaps, that’s all that’s ever mattered? 
A taco stand on Tuesday in Me’hico: 
Catholic girls go join the boys indoors 
and learn to tease by dance when mother’s sew 
their dresses to show enough, (not like whores) 
and they all dance in moves that will mirror 
sacredness that Tuesday night shows clearer. 


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