November 19, 2018

She palmed nearly every gordita on the tray helping me figure out which kind I wanted. She could’ve dropped it on the ground and wiped it off with her worn out apron too. I still woulda eaten it. Happily. All three of’m. And the two cups of fresh watermelon juice. Been parked on an upside down bucket at my favorite food carts in Mexico City for the last eight days. Up to Texas tomorrow to be with my family for a week of giving thanks. When we go around the circle and say what we’re thankful for, I can hardly wait to not shut up. Napkins, for one.