PARKER ZANE ALLEN

Tacos

Messy, lovable, caters to all diets.

Dawn and you are eating tacos, she orders fish, yours is carne asada. Chat about CINEMA. The grain of film, the absence of moments when running at 24 frames per, Black and white like ash, swatched from prim white to the deep black of Bogart’s hat.

“Like a poketful of fireworks just waiting for a match.” You remember the line. Of course. One of your favorites. White cream and cilantro run out and around her fingers. Think of a potter. Think of a rotten pot growing out of her hands. You think about love. Then she licks her hand clean and you think about sex.