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Enchiladas and Sopapillas
by Eric Hinklegrease and cheese:
oozing out,
dribbling down your grease-orange
chinny, a seeming invalid.
each bite borrows the palate
from god's own tongue,
taste buds lighting up
like a switchboard in
an earthquake.
plate so hot it melts
the tablecloth.
shells so soft your
fork nearly shreds them.
and then dessert.
fried sweet dough
drenched in butter and
honey
like a mix between
donut and biscuit
except better.
as my eyes widen
and my mouth quivers,
my belly protests
with a violent rumble
and cease-fire.
thankfully
it falls short of
surrender.
gracias. 07/13/2010 Author's Note: Los Hermanos...mmmm. Que fantastico.
Posted on 07/13/2010
Copyright © 2025 Eric Hinkle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 07/13/10 at 10:47 PM Great, saliva-inducing descriptions in this - particularly like Lines 5-9. Your last stanza is amusing in its familiarity (and would amuse even as a stranger). Good job. |
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