We’re having Shake ‘n Bake
for dinner but I wanted
Old El Paso – I salivate
thinking about the chopped meat
simmering in the pan and stuffing it
into the hard shell taco
which cracks and then shatters
into ten thousand tiny
glasslike shards the minute
I bite into it. Slicing the roof
of my mouth. I love it.
The soft shavings off a block
of Cabot cheddar cheese;
an unripe tomato and
iceberg lettuce – pale and crisp.
For dessert there’s My-T-Fine
I want the tapioca; those squishy little balls
What are they? I don’t know, I don’t
care. My brother wants chocolate.
The butterscotch no one wants
it remains in the back of the pantry
with the Jell-O.
Claudia Lundahl is a writer from New York. She is a graduate of the City University of New York at Hunter College where she studied Language and Literature. Her work has been published in Vol. 1 Brooklyn, So to Speak Journal, The Daily Drunk and other marvelous places. She lives in the United Kingdom with her partner and two rescued hounds. Find her on Twitter @claudrosewrites.