Tacos, Quesos, Dulce Sueños

I wake up the next day
Dazed and confused
As I find myself handcuffed to a chair
I look around the table and all of the friends I came with
Are restricted just like me
She returns to the kitchen with tacos in hand
She sets the plates in front of our faces
She smiles and says “Welcome to the fiesta. Where the party never ends”
She goes on to tell us that in front of us are two tacos
One in which is a regular taco
Another in which has been seasoned with sleep powder…
We begin with the person to my left…
They take a bite of one of the tacos…
Nothing happens
We go around the table and graciously no one falls into a slumber
I begin to get my hopes up
The person to my immediate right takes one bite
They begin to complain of gripes in their stomach and sharp pains
She laughs and says it all comes down to me
I reached out to the plate
I’ve noticed everyone eat the taco on the left side of the plate and seem fine
So I follow suit…
I finish eating and nothin happens
Relieved, I yell to get me out of this chair
She smiles and says “Don’t use up your energy, that’ll tire you out quicker”
And right after that…
My eyes get heavy again
I feel myself sliding down in the chair
Am the last thing I remember is
“Sleep tight”

Reggie Johnson is a poet reigning from Cincinnati, Ohio. Starting at the age of nine, Reggie has been writing poetry through their love of music and life experiences. He has 8 books now available on Amazon. You can follow him on Twitter @r_d_johnson and on IG @rdjohnsonwrites.

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