Tonight's Poet Corner: Taco Tuesday

Taco Tuesday
by Belinda Roddie

When the mules and margaritas
aren't enough, the seared ahi tuna
sticks in the most constricted part
of your throat, sends you out to sea,

rips up the sails, reminds you that
you're mortal, leaves you on a pier
with the wind ruining your hair, and

suddenly, you're back in front of
a monitor with the floaters scattering
like flies from your vision, insectile
fright manifested into watery debris,

and all you do is listen to "upbeat"
music, and all you do is watch videos
of people leaving comments on
tombstones, and all you do
is write, and all you do
is write, and all you do
is write.