Under Wraps
The waiter: short, surly and brusque;
in the air, hung a slight scent of musk.
Natasha’s Cantina:
with Masa Harina,
crime’s perfection, wrapped in a cornhusk.
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I promise I won't do another tamale
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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