Reino[#RandomPoem 729]
Making Enchiladas
[...]
I heat the tortillas in manteca
after Crystal dips them in chile ancho
and drains them. Niles carries full plates
of hot tortillas to his father,
who rolls them
[...]
The kids help their father rinse plates and pans.
They don’t know this is the last time.
[...]
The kids stuff their mouths, insult each other,
and laugh. We can’t avoid their eyes
forever. Their father and I stare
at each other across the table.
[Linda Rodriguez]
