Taco Tuesday Turmoil

I stepped in the joint like I owned the place. It was taco

Tuesday, had a grin on my face. Loaded my plate in Little Mexico.

Unaware I'd soon be feeling the fire down below. There was a storm in the

meat, a devil in the beans, a slow burn lurking underneath the

cheese. Tried to cool the blaze with ice cream and a prayer.

Now there's vanilla on my face and regret in the air. Got halfway home,

then my stomach turned. A twist in my gut and my insides burned.

Swerved through traffic as I clenched them tight, but the aroma of shame,