Poem 20151003

today at the market
they had lechon
finally
after the last two times
i came to the counter
and asked

the first time they told me
they only have it on the weekend
the second time that they had run
out

and the greasy pork
with its fried skin
tasted so much better
now that i had cornered it
like i had hunted it down
and cooked it myself