nacho supreme, no.
nacho cheese, partly, but still no.
the nacho deluxe saved my soul.
temped by moderately cute "free stress test woman"
sorry but I got nachos in my hands.
smile and turn away.
these nachos may be the death of me.
but not today.
not today.
marten hernandez
poem of chips, queso, beef, and the free stress test woman
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