Limón Chips

Adriana Winkelmayer

Today’s daily connection with my Mexicana

Is a single bag of Lays Limón Chips

Packaging as bright as the flavor

There are FLAMENCOS in this sabor

Porque amor, yo soy Latina y orgulla

The crunch is a stomp on the floor

Each punch, a strum of the guitar

Building to a hot-red-green-malic acid-baked in a factory climax

And it washes over me like a reckoning

I am Mexican. I am Latina. And I am proud.

And with a single swish of sickly-sweet class retreat fountain water

My mouth becomes normal again.