Burrito loves food, but there are times when love doesn’t adequately describe their relationship.
With hands full and mouth stuffed, he retreats,
to a quiet, still place.
In these moments, he looks heavenward in a state of transcendence,
and with each bite slips further the surly bonds of earth and time.
Suffering and desire cease to exist. The boundaries of self begin to dissolve.
In these moments, there is only one thing. There is only food.
Unfortunately, every meal has to come to an end.
