They Will Love You With Their Food

THEY WILL LOVE YOU WITH THEIR FOOD

It is not what you think.
It is kind, powerful, silent deep river.
It is tamales with chippilin leaves or frijoles wrapped carefully in banana leaves
Tortillas always hot in the morning hours as light crops above the volcanoes
Before leaving to work, or go to pueblo, or for no other reason
Than that they care for you.

It is their love and it will take six months, probably longer, probably your life, to
Figure out they love you with food, with the time it takes and the effort and you send E-cards Anyways so what the hell do you know of their world.

It is their love because it is what they control, have, can offer you. A glass of coke and Salpores if you go for a visit, stopping by to chat.
Six plates of chicken on Christmas Eve. Countless glasses of horchata, fresco, café! More café! Sweet bread! Mountains of it! Frijoles fritos, sancochados, enteros! Queso, duro y fresco! Crema! Sopa de pollo, de carne de res! A thousand pupusas de mora, de frijol con queso,de frijol, de papa, de chicharron, de pollo, served with cortido y salsa! For graduations, birthdays, quinceñeras pollo guisado, horneado, empanizado, accompanied by rabano, berro, arrozcito frito. But always, in the end, frijoles y tortillas in the morning. The tortillas always hot.

To the point you grow accustomed to eating even
When you know it will make you sick because it is the least you can do to love back the people Who would
Who do
Give you everything.

The corn they plant, weed, tend, their lifeline, the rays of sun from the Mayan gods and you begin to see the humblest people you know give you everything, their love
And it translates and hits you that they always talk about the poor fuck them these people are different and you don´t want to leave because there still is so much to learn but there is my life to devote to it because as long as the Mayan gods allow
She will give me the hottest tortillas and her love will be strong , will be my muscles, my hair, my body, my soul, and her love will penetrate and become me and I will carry her love forever and at first I said I couldn´t stand tortillas.

How I eat them now with such hunger! Such need!