still in her safeway uniform
but now with a cigarette & drink

she fries tortilla chips in the skillet
holds up a bloody red steak to the kitchen air

with our tarnished metal forks
we smash avocados in a ceramic bowl

salt
lemon more salt

by the time the guacamole is made
chips are laid on a green guatemalan cloth

to dry
& cool

she tells us
"como extraño a mi tierra"