NaPoWriMo, Day Five: “Del Taco”
It’s January of 2021, a new year
of your newly frozen life,
and you’ve just learned
about the only Del Taco in Ohio.
It’s a few hours away, creased
into the slight hills and folds
of a nowhere town with a name
as lovely as it is mispronounced.
And you make the trip and it’s there,
stucco and new clean colors,
and you order your burrito, a side
of queso, and the bag is so warm
as you pull into a parking spot
to eat it in your car. And you open
the bag and eat the food and know
that it’s just fast food — and yet
even today you remember
how good it made you feel, borne
back to California sun and days
when you were not yet numb,
and you swear even now
that this fast food car meal
is one of the best moments
you’ve had in this forsaken winter
that’s lasted enough for Del Taco
to become common, new locations
open not far off, places you could go
but never do.
Thanks for reading! April is National Poetry Writing Month, and this year I’m writing and publishing a poem about food each day. My 2021, 2020, and 2019 NaPoWriMo poems (about GIFs, the Fast and Furious movies, and car insurance, respectively) are still live on Medium, so check out my profile if you want more.