Ode to Salsa Lizano

Salsa Lizano,

I try to say

your name

in a way that

is fitting of

your essence.

Salsa Lizano

At first, I let

you

drip onto

my plate;

now I know

to let

you flow freely.

Your green,

silky green:

to me you sparkle

like diamonds

not yet mined.

Of beans and

rice

I have grown tired

but not of

you--

no, never of you--

such a small

discreet

bottle for such

robust tangy

flavor,

spices and peppers

that come together

as a magnificent

work of art,

a taste

not too spicy

nor too mild.

How did

you

come to be,

Salsa Lizano?

You are the

heart of

daily conversation,

the secret thread

of our jokes

and dreams.

I want

to make you

pocket-sized

so I never

will be

without.

Fitting on all

foods,

you know

no bounds.

You are universal:

common good,

salvation in a

time when we

can find nothing

else in common

with one another.

You are epic,

Salsa Lizano.

love lust and cannibus.