Give me tacos or give me death.
My craving is that strong.
I don’t know how I have gone this long
without eating a taco.
I must be incredibly willful.
If you were me, with such an intense taco craving
flooding your mouth with taco-desiring saliva,
by now you’d most definitely have robbed and killed someone
for their taco.
Luckily, you are not me.
Luckily, the taco beast has remained caged between my ribs,
reaching the world only in my groans of taco longing
and in this poem.
These verses have fixed him here
But later, after I have silenced him with three or four
lunchtime tacos, I might just return to these lines
and delete him.
(Image and article found here - there really is a restaurant in Oakland, CA named La Calaca Loca! And they seem to be still in business....)
(Rebecca is hosting La Calaca a Day for the month of October. You can participate here.)