stories

Fajita nights

left: original artwork, right: the tea towel itself (creased, stained and used)
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Seventeen and clueless
with him, a year older
seeming worldly

His long-fingered hand
offers up a tortilla
soft and supple

You watch as he artfully
fills and folds
capturing it all

Then try to imitate
but fail – foiled by
inexperience

You blush as the juices
gush over your fingers
and consider licking
them clean.

Years later,
daughters watch
as he artfully
fills and folds

the table spread with
soon-to-be memories

their fumbling fingers
figuring it out.