Hugs that feel like Mexico
Xiomara Martinez, the most Hispanic girl I know,
Shows me and teaches me la cultura hispano.
Her accent lilts like a rumba
With no hard turns or consonants,
Just a soft, rolling blend of sounds and
Not a hint of Johnson County, Kansas.
We go to Salsarita’s, our popular local cantina
Me to eat, her more to laugh at waiters
With terrible Spanish accents and bumbling mouths
That stumble and trip over rolling r’s and double l’s
There are days we order burritos del norte
Just to roll our r’s thicker than guacamole
So amiga, what’ll it be today?
We place our orders, two fajitas,
With a gothic college student whose shredded black wardrobe
Doesn’t quite scream quaint Mexican pueblo.
Una fajita caliente, name just rolls off the tongue
Say it with some flair. ¡caliente!
Senorita, your fajita
The plastic menu described this in cold, black ink
Print that cannot do a sizzling plate justice.
The onions, the peppers, the steak dios mío!
The color pops like a five alarm salsa and the scent engulfs you like
un abrazo – a hug.
Xiomara misses home.
Hates these blustery Kansas winters, feels like
“A toucan in Canada” she says.
The best Kansas can offer is Salsarita’s,
A menu stocked with rolling r’s, and fajitas deliciosas which give
Warm, comfortable hugs that feel like Mexico.