Writing About Tamales in the Time of Detainment

A poem.

Tamales in the Time of Detainment

I want to tell you about a tamal. One that I once ate in a village in Oaxaca. It was a village like many others, with a lively market, because every village in Oaxaca seems to have one. Just outside there was a vendor, selling the tamales from a basket.

Here come more GMOs and microplastics.
Goodbye Paris Climate Agreement…