tamales in little saigon

We got tamales in little saigon on a sunday morning. We were arguing over petty nonsense in the car. I admit I get a little restless in love, for the  idea that some day the one I love I may not hold any longer, i may not have any longer, disturbs me so…my heart recedes into a protective place under a sleeve, like the tamale wrapped in skin and folded in plastic.

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