Have you ever been a drunk vegetarian driving up in the wet dark, the night bugs and the highway and the music turned down, trying to get beans in your crunchwrap? And realizing that the ee in beef and the ee in bean sound too similar, and the sounds on the edges don’t hit as hard? But it’s good with beans, and the beans don’t have any lard in them, if that’s what you’re worried about, if you haven’t tried it, the last bite sour cream and nacho cheese and fire sauce in the cold green mountain air. It’s the right thing to do to get something in your stomach at this point, and really you should eat beans every day. But what you appreciate is the crunchwrap is basically good at heart, a pure corn tortilla, and then everything sort of layered and the flour tortilla folded in that little spiral and just so lightly grilled. Just so neat with all the mess tucked in.
Sally Seck is a poet from Southwest Virginia to Southern Colorado, via the Jack Kerouac School. She’s been published in Bombay Gin, Gesture Literary Journal, Twenty Bellows, etc., and she’s been on a several-years-long Crunchwrap Supreme kick.