Hello my name is Joshua, and I’m a taco-holic. In honor of #tacotuesday here is a poem dedicated to the magical experience of driving downtown for juicy, delicious tacos. (FOLLOW my IG page @weeattacos to follow all my taco adventures.)

TACOS ARE LIFE

(the self-proclaimed official taco poem of Medium)

Tacos, tacos, tacos,
why art thou so good?

I could surely eat TEN of those savory
meat and tortilla treats
with ease
When the scent of meat sizzling
meets my face,
my nostrils go sniffing
and my insatiable appetite
instantaneously activates
 — forgive me if I salivate
For at this moment
metaphoric flood gates have caved in
and now the cave of my mouth
fills up like a big cup
of ice-cold agua de piña

Stupid lines, BE GONE—
it’s my turn, finally,
and you better believe I’m ready to order!

Please,
por favor señora,
will you cure my 'hangry' stressing?
I really need you to grab
that big mound of masa, slap it, smack it,
roll it around, then
toss it on your shiny prensa and press down!
Today, my ravenous tummy
craves hand-made
tortillas
only

Tengo ganas de comer tacos
de carnitas, asada, and tripas
Dáme lengua, pastor, camaron, and buche
Throw in suadero, some pescado,
or chorizo muy rico

Oh,
you only got tacos
made with jackfruit, papas,
or just quéso?
No judgement,
I promise,
 you can toss those in, also!

Now it’s time, though,
to pour up that salsa
I need like twenty little cups, alright—
and make sure you got all the lids on tight!
AND to clarify very clearly,
I will cry
and we will fight
if you forget the limes

Okay, so we’re all paid up
and the bag is loaded—
I even got my baby’s cilantro and onion

I guess,
the only task left now is:
(you guessed it)
WE EAT THESE TACOS, BABY!

Lover Boy in Space

Joshua Muñoz

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