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.
