Taco Truck Salvation by the Side of the Road

It always starts this way
Under flourescent lights and roadside burritos.
We crumble as we talk,
Brittle salty cheese--
So sticky between the heat of our fingertips,
The pressure turns our cuticles purple
Chili-hot, oregano-sharp, God-blissed.
Our hands, sizzled-meat-stained paws, clasped together--
The church, the steeple...
The smell of carne and cilantro and exhaust fumes
We gather here today
Because we lack sleep and the night brings us no comfort.
We see the possibilities before us,
Road signs
Taco trucks
Bibles
Turnstiles
Matchbooks
Knife fights
Conquistadors and quesadillas
Melted, delicious, and full of God.