Written by Jules Descoteaux
Art by larry penaloza
my body is a temple i fill with taco bell chicken soft tacos.
there’s something grace-filled about a chewy flour tortilla
freckled like my skin. about powdery cheese shreds. about
spice & bite of chipotle & onion. about tender grains of rice
smashed flat between molars. about the lettuce that is somehow the
only thing not wilted. you know those commercials for taco bell,
where the bell sounds & the person drops what they’re doing
to walk to the bell & sits at a table eating a perfect taco
until their teammates/friends/family join? fuck communion wafers;
bless all flour tortillas instead.
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