My work.

I thought I'd share some of my work with you all.



Enchilada

There sits the enchilada,

Baked in the oven,

Burrito or fajita

It is not.

Release to me your saucy chilli,

Your piquant jalapeño fire.

Enchilada. Burns.

Burrito

There sits the burrito.

Beans. Refried.

Cream. Soured.

Taco or enchilada,

It is not.

As I bite into you,

Your delicious innards spill out

Upon the path.

Burrito.

You ruin me so.

Fajita

There sits the Fajita.

Disassembled,

You are but vegetables,

Guacamole,

And cheese.

Refried beans are a potential,

Have you one pound and twenty to spare.

Would that I had a cast iron dishy,

To serve you from.