"chipotle" poems
One.
When my mom found us asleep in my bed at 4am and screamed at you to 'Get the **** OUT of her house,' you texted me the very next morning and asked to see me as though it never even happened.
Two.
When my family went out of town without me for Thanksgiving, we stayed the whole day at your place and watched foreign movies and ate pasta.
Three.
On our first date, we sat in your car until 3am just... talking.
Four.
When my sister really wanted that new Pokemon game and my local Walmart sold out, you voluntarily drove almost 5 towns over just so she could get it because you knew I couldn't for her.
Five.
The first time we had *** I cried. I still don't know why. You held me the whole time.
Six.
You woke me up with tickets to one of my favorite musicians of all time, for a tour I didn't even know about.
Seven.
When my dogs died, you stayed up with my the whole night as I cried. Both times.
Eight.
The first time you kissed me was at a gas pump at 10pm after I changed out of my blouse and into my hoodie.
Nine.
You took me to Buffalo Wild Wings even though you're a vegetarian. You even put up with my singing each 2008 Billboard Top 100 song as it played. I could tell you were embarrassed for me, but you laughed and kissed me anyway.
Ten.
When I told you I hadn't been to the art museum, you took me. When I told you I'd never been to Chipotle, you took me. When I told you I hadn't felt safe in years, you made me feel the safest I ever have.
Eleven.
After you kissed me the first time, you admitted the thing that "made" you kiss me was my purple-stained lips after I ate Superman ice cream while belting out songs terribly and sitting in the passenger seat of your car.
Twelve.
When I told you that you were a terrible tipper and I was a waitress, you immediately stopped tipping terribly.
Thirteen.
You left me a voicemail telling me you appreciated me, that you felt lucky to have me, and you claimed you didn't deserve me. While I disagree, I felt it. That was the first time I heard you say "I love you" before you had actually said the words "I love you."
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
the beauty of nature is lost on a piece of millennial **** like me
what's a tree?
who knew the air outside could be breathable.
I'm utterly lost without the artificial glow of my iPhone.
if I don't know who is eating Chipotle at any given moment
I will lose my mind.
what do you mean you "played outside" and "talked to each other" before the internet?
I call ********
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
Well...first I'd probably pay off all my student loans
And with the rest of the $10, i don't know.....
Chipotle or taco bell maybe?
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
I'm sorry
That I text you
At four a.m.
When
I
Can't
Breathe
Because of
Anxiety attacks.
I'm sorry that
I can't make serious phone calls
Or order at Subway
Around the corner,
Even though I know
I like thinly sliced turkey
And chipotle dressing.
I'm sorry that
I forget things like
Birthdays and middle names
And I'm sorry
That I don't know how to
Kiss.
I'm sorry
That you think
When I don't take a compliment
I'm fishing for you
To keep going,
Because in my rotting skull
That option
Isn't even possible.
I'm sorry.
So sorry.
That if you're
Nice to me
I will never
Ever
Believe you
Actually like me.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
no dead birds in the oven
no innards in the stuffing
nor fatty drippings to be scraped and poured
the smell of roasted veggies
wafts through the wintry air
pumpkin and sweet potatoes
marshmallows green beans lentils
turnips & collard greens
hashed browns & black-eyed peas
quinoa sorghum cuscus hummus
carrots leak broccoli Romanescu
gumbo in southern regions
wild rice dishes in the north
tastily spiced with turmeric
cumin and baked paprika
Indian curry soy sauce chipotle
as well as with the usual suspects
of garlic salt and pepper
and whatever fits the taste of hosts
in short
a venerable feast to demonstrate
how nature feeds us a large cornucopia
of plants for our delight and sustenance
in short
no need to **** a bird
* * *
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
Chipotle Chili Challenge champions cheerfully choose chocolate chai cheesecakes
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 6:25 PM UTC
Manhattan by line,
by subway track purr,
by foot in a midwinter
fresh, gale force air.
The dying battery in
Times Square's wristwatch,
halts hands in mid air,
each hailing the second taxi
that comes to them
every next minute;
definitely in the next ten.
Buried benches in thigh high
snow look lost, with
only their branching tops
on display for the tourist's show,
tramping through
this January snow.
Double-back, back
past the Chipotle store,
where diners stand and eat,
stand and greet,
stand with napkins to appear neat,
stand near the radiator to warm their feet,
stand-in-the-corner-and-text-your-wife-saying-you'll-be-home-late-because-this-meaty-wrap-is-pleasurable-to-eat.
He was with another woman, kissing her cheek.
Manhattan is a horizon of horizontal lines,
drawn by pencil lead, led up a page
to create this fascinating portrait
that a point-and-click-camera
cannot comprehend,
let alone negotiate.
We can go unnoticed there, like
most others in this gale force air,
but billboard boys-
the ones that braid ****** building hair,
window panes
and balcony balustrade-
are the famous ones
of Broadway, with nothing more
than their commercial stare.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
I'm starving to death, Daddy,
wandering around campus
with nothing to do for an hour.
I just went into the sketchiest
sketchy-mart in the city,
and they have chorizo chipotle
corn-nuts. I didn't buy them.
Daddy, there's this creepy guy
here. You know how much
longer you're going to be?
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 12:04 PM UTC
I almost died last night,
I only died that night.
I filled myself to the brim with poison,
And I swear I died that night.
Stumbled around the treehouse,
I swear I had no sight.
I had all my friends worried,
That I would die that night.
So now I'm hearing stories,
the truth comes out of my plight.
How I did and said stupid things,
and how I almost died that night.
I'm sorry to burden you with my body,
I'm sorry I vomited on the floor.
I'm sorry that I layed in your bed,
Drenched in used Chipotle.
I'm sorry I called you the wrong name,
but everything about me that night was wrong.
I almost died last night,
but I'm still alive.
Throw up in my hair,
tears in my eyes.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
*they are my famiglia
they are italian, polish and maltese,
probably a lot of other things too
we're basically mutts
there are five of us, if you include the dog
they are the best
there's my mom;
i call her "ma" or "woman" or "mom" or "mama" or "rochelle", if i want to irritate her
she's the best cook in the world
she always calls me her "bambina"
and sings me songs and writes me cute notes
she's my best friend and biggest fan (sorry dad)
i'm convinced she can read my mind,
even when i'm 2 1/2 hours away, she can tell when something's wrong
she's the best mom in the world
and then, there's my dad;
i call him "dad" or "daddy" or "bob" because he doesn't seem to care
he's hilarious and actually tells good dad jokes
he loves talking about
government conspiracies and
new health trends he's trying
he calls my mom just to say "i love you" and buys me flowers on valentine's day because "i want you to know what a man should do for you one day"
he's so great, i hope i marry a man like bob one day
and there's my brother;
i call him "bro" or "broski" or usually just, "bobby"
he loves me with all his heart
but cannot hug me
because his ocd clouds his mind
he's funny and loves the oldies
he also loves trips to chipotle with me
he won't tell me about girls
because "you'll tell mom," but will talk to me about everything else
gosh i love him with all my heart too
and there's my dog;
who we all call "boo" and sometimes i call him some random nickname
he's so cute, but super vicious
one minute he'll be curled up in-between your legs and the next?
he's attacking you and biting you in the lip
he's scared of thunderstorms and fireworks and people, really he's scared of everything
he's not perfect, but he loves me and i love him
and then, there's me;
they call me "dee-dee" or "aubs" or plain old, "aubrey"
i'm the first born pain in the ****
who's dream is to marry a nice christian man, own a cafe, adopt children, have children, and just have a great family
currently, i'm in college, missing my great family
my current dream would be, sitting on the couch with my dog on my lap, my mom cooking in the kitchen, my dad hanging out in the garage building something cool, and my brother playing video games and complaining about me taking over the bathroom we share.
can you tell i miss them?
can you tell i love them?*
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC
I didn't know you could read lips,
so I laughed unreasonably hard when
people were telling you their ********
excuses for not being able to
donate money to you
and your family for Christmas.
The irony being I gave a stranger a
roll of quarters the other day
because they asked,
and I'm eager to lose all riches and go insane.
Yelled at my girlfriend for the first time yesterday;
she was frustrated that I wasn't frustrated that
she was upset, so
I banged my head against the wall and screamed
"What am I supposed to do?"
Still have the mark somewhere under this free haircut.
I don't get how we all push people away
and beg for them to chase us.
Never give me a word, but always
want me yearning. Not old yet,
but not from lack of trying.
Not wise, but it's not desired.
Fools make kinder people anyways.
Amen to "I'd rather get ****** and keep giving."
Guess you could say I make it rain on those in need,
but please don't. Don't ever say that to anyone.
Write it down somewhere unspecified and
lock it in a drawer, or light it on fire.
Put it through a shredder,
I'll tell you a little secret,
I'll try to tell you a secret;
Most of us are more selfless than Christ.
Merry Christmas in August.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
in the
bathroom at
chipotle i give
birth to my first
child his skin as
dark as
black beans
quietly i
name him
carlos
he’s out of
wedlock only
thing
locked right
now is my
bike to the
rack outside the
library looking so
sad
i couldn’t do that
to my baby
carlos
he does not
cry silently
submerged in the
water his brow
wrinkled like the
mugs my
uncle used for
margaritas
shaped like
Buddha his round
belly
carved out for
liquor
just like my
uncle’s was
carlos is
**** but he’s
mine
****** and for a
while i
struggle with
dreams of a
life
together, him
rotting in my
arms, getting
eaten by
dogs
that’s no life at
all
finally
i push the
lever, later ill
call it a mercy
killing
as if such a
thing were
possible
returning to the
table its
stupid but i
miss him
he was my
child
he had my
eyes
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 4:02 PM UTC
After a good workout, when I'm hot and sweaty,
I want you more than any other time.
I want to taste you.
You're so fresh.
Others know you, but not like I.
I love your wraps that surround you.
That surround the flesh.
I'm drooling.
Let them stare.
You're there for me whenever I crave you.
When I desire you. And I go to you sometimes even when I don't.
And that happy latino dance music you like to play makes me want to dance.
But most of the time I just want you naked.
All laid out in front of me.
“Have a bowl,” you say.
“I just want you in my hands, right now.” I say back.
You always make me thirst with your hotness,
I drink water.
After class, before class, sometimes I think about you during class.
“I want you in my hands,” I say again.
“No really, have a bowl,” you say again.
I give in and I take a bowl.
Then,
I begin to devour you with passion.
Moaning and giggling.
Our bodies become one as I begin to breath heavier and heavier.
I being twitching in pleasure when suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder.
“Sir, you're going to have to leave Chipotle.”
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
Maybe
it is written in the stars
that I will have scars
and bruises
instead of freckles.
But I hope it doesn't have to be this way
because I hate the sound of me crying
and I can't get away from that
when it's coming from my own head.
Maybe
there's a world where I have a better place to curl up and sob
than my bed, or the middle of the floor, or a bathroom stall, or
halfway out of my closet.
Maybe
one day
I will be sure of more than my looks.
And I won't have to hang on to every
bubblegum wrapper
and chipotle menu I ever touch
because I'm not afraid of forgetting anymore.
Maybe
I'll feel like a real person,
and not a cruel animation,
a science project
some higher being got a D on.
Maybe
there's a chance
I'll stop missing myself
someday.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
Cap and tassel,
diploma,
freedom from academia.
A swift, ****** birth
as I'm shoved through to real life,
supposedly born grown,
a bright smile and a firm hand shake,
along with a list of accomplishments.
I have none, my resume made
completely of Diablo Rock Gym
and Chipotle.
Great.
Maybe I can still fail a class,
tell the professor I copied
my A paper, get expelled
and start all over!
Or fade away quick,
sink fast before anyone notices.
I'll slide into some forgotten swamp,
survive on worms,
and my own words,
my own words,
my own wo,
my own w
my own
my ow
my
m y
m
.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
There's **** on the floor of the Blue Line.
It's one in the afternoon,
Tuesday.
This is the poetry
I don't like writing.
About the Fight Club anarchism
without the sense of purpose.
I watch a man cry
over a woman's leftover Chipotle.
Eight feet away:
the passage of pills between palms.
I don't know the contents
any better than they do.
I keep my blind eye
and loose change.
I keep my middle class pride
safe for another day.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
10 pm in front of Chipotle
and you said, this is my [rusty] Chevy [something],
which had a radio that played exceptional static
for us to tune out on the trek to Mount Washington.
It was raining, but we had already driven all that way
and so we stood outside anyways
in the low hanging clouds above Pittsburgh.
I said, I’ve never been on a date
with a girl before.
And you said, is it everything you thought it’d be?
And with that
we decided to see who could throw a rock the farthest
[which you won]
and who could name more constellations
[which nobody won, because there
were no stars in sight on that Tuesday night].
Then the couple next to us left
and a new one arrived
and the blanket of fog temporarily lifted
to reveal the UPMC logo.
We watched as the number of tiny office lights
diminished, looking a little bit like an end of the world
power outage in slow motion—
and we silently shrunk in the weight of the moment
as the Earth turned and dragged the seconds along,
and the water of the Allegheny and Monongahela
merged into the Ohio the way our bodies connected at the hands;
two posterchildlesbians showing a city
how
to
fall
in love.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
give me a chance
to take you out
for one last night
in the city,
as the angels sleep on the sidewalks,
and the reptiles snore in the white house.
I'm crying alone
while your friends check their phones,
smoke their vapes,
and Brady the dog nudges my leg
with his snout,
soft as a napkin
wiping breadcrumbs off a table.
Chipotle before we write diary entries
for our children who look like your
ex-boyfriend. Tell them stories
past their curfew,
as their heads cloud with dreams,
where nothing but beauty blooms,
and sadness goes to pasture,
to be cooked on a rotisserie,
and spit out into bits.
like your flesh when it's been burnt by a lighter.
so listen up,
finish your game of FIFA,
then make me laugh,
so that I could forget about yesterday's fight.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
This is the year and I know that I know
that I know as if someone has told me
you've heard it before and you doubt that it's true
saying somebody selling has sold me!
I'm telling my folks and they're making the jokes
with their well-meaning words and those all-knowing pokes
I've been leaving for years but what nobody hears
is that often my fears tend to hold me!
You can shout it all day, but your actions relay
more than anything else, if you mean what you say
You can stir up the salsa, while mixing the dip
but as for the chips let 'em fall where they may!
So heat up the grill and slice up the steak
green peppers and onions, fajitas we'll make
and as for life's spices,whatever you wish
we all like a kick, and chipotle's delish!
cilantro is fine, tomatoes and lime,
get the measures all wrong? No matter, they rhyme
The fixings are great, life sizzles and steams
let's have us a plate and then roll in our dreams!
You can shout it all day, but your actions relay
more than anything else, if you mean what you say
You can stir up the salsa, while mixing the dip
but as for the chips let 'em fall where they may!
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
This is the year and I know that I know
that I know as if someone has told me
you've heard it before and you doubt that it's true
saying somebody selling has sold me
I'm telling my folks and they're making the jokes
with their well-meaning words and those all-knowing pokes
I've been leaving for years but what nobody hears
is that often my fears tend to hold me
You can shout it all day, but your actions relay
more than anything else, if you mean what you say
You can stir up the salsa, while mixing the dip
but as for the chips let 'em fall where they may!
So heat up the grill and slice up the steak
green peppers and onions, fajitas we'll make
and as for life's spices,whatever you wish
we all like a kick, and chipotle's delish!
cilantro is fine, tomatoes and lime,
get the measures all wrong? No matter, they rhyme
The fixings are great, life sizzles and steams
let's have us a plate and then roll in our dreams!
You can shout it all day, but your actions relay
more than anything else, if you mean what you say
You can stir up the salsa, while mixing the dip
but as for the chips let 'em fall where they may!
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
Eulogy for Justin Bradley, Age 22 who committed suicide 2/28/19
My Sweet Boy
You had a beautiful soul. You had a tortured soul.
You had so many friends, but still felt alone.
Your friends were everything,….But which one to text, from your seven phones???
Great Falls, DC, Road trips, Museums, Golf, or Gold Cup
You were always … I’m down dude, just hit me up.
You lived for cheese pretzels, chicken nuggets, Chipotle, Mac and cheese or JUST turkey bacon….
Why were you taken?
You had a beautiful soul. You had a tortured soul.
Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Supreme,
Who needs to spend big bucks?
When you can get it from China, even though the quality *****
You flew, flipped and twisted,
Off buildings with no fear
Luckily you found an outlet in cheer.
You had a curiosity and intellect beyond your years.
But how the hell did you become a Republican?
For that… we will give you a mulligan.
You had a beautiful soul. You had a tortured soul.
You were struggling to make sense
Trying to figure out YOU.
We tried to reach out.
We tried to break through.
So, my message to parents and to young adults who choose to be,
Giving love and hugs every day, should be your reality.
Their room may be messy, their hair uncombed,
the recycling not taken, and clothes on the floor.
But don’t jump on them the minute they walk through the door.
Depression is a disease not to be dismissed.
Get help for your child.
Try to assist.
Remember to celebrate their brightness and light.
And take a moment to enjoy these gifts, each and every night.
You had a beautiful soul. You had a tortured soul.
So go to that ultra festival in the sky
And As you flip over those Pearly Gates, we wave good bye.
I love you Justin and I will miss you forever.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 7:57 AM UTC
i just wanted to let you know how great you are and i know I've told you this so many times before but i don't know last night i just really realized that wow i love you. i don't really say i love you lightly or very much even but when i do i really mean it. and last night when i looked at you i saw what i wanted to be in my future. i saw this incredible face made up of incredible thoughts looking through those incredible glasses! I'm simply ecstatic that i can call you mine. i flirt with a lot of people usually but when i get into a good solid relationship you dont have to worry about me straying. when i find somebody that i can say i love you too I'm not going anywhere. with you, i don't want anything else. just being with you can brighten up my day so much. I'm sorry you had to go through or are going through anything that takes away the brightness in your eyes or makes you not want to do this anymore. i am so sorry because you do not deserve that. I've been through a lot of **** too and i get most things believe it or not because I've experienced them! i want to be here to support you and make you happy and not make you sad so if i ever say anything that might be triggering or anything just let me know! i want to help you!!! i love you so much i just want you to be okay and i want you to be happy and i really hope that i can make you like that for at least a little bit. long story short, i love you like i love cats and chipotle COMBINED. you're my boyfriend and i like that :) also listen to make it right by the narrative i think you would like it.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
This is the year and I know that I know
that I know as if someone has told me
you've heard it before and you doubt that it's true
saying somebody selling has sold me
I'm telling my folks and they're making the jokes
with their well-meaning words and those all-knowing pokes
I've been leaving for years but what nobody hears
is that often my fears tend to hold me
You can shout it all day, but your actions relay
more than anything else, if you mean what you say
You can stir up the salsa, while mixing the dip
but as for the chips let 'em fall where they may!
So heat up the grill and slice up the steak
green peppers and onions, fajitas we'll make
and as for life's spices,whatever you wish
we all like a kick, and chipotle's delish!
cilantro is fine, tomatoes and lime,
get the measures all wrong? No matter, they rhyme
The fixings are great, life sizzles and steams
let's have us a plate and then roll in our dreams!
You can shout it all day, but your actions relay
more than anything else, if you mean what you say
You can stir up the salsa, while mixing the dip
but as for the chips let 'em fall where they may!
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
stepping onto the E train
where it's so claustrophobic
you might as well cut out your lungs
and die
that would be a bit dramatic
though not as much as the pain
bottled up in the eyes
which want to cry but can't
looking through you not at you
just don't take it personally
walking along 3rd avenue
where cars colonize the street
like it's a newly found kingdom
labeling yourself a New Yorker is a title
not yet earned
since you still check Google Maps sometimes
why bother getting lunch two blocks down
at some unheard of but kinda cool pizza place
when there's a Chipotle right here
and Nintendo World is a few blocks away
and Midtown Comics is right around the corner
there's magic to this
setting your search on Tinder to one mile away
where your options are as endless as your "swipe lefts"
wondering if the next one is the one
it could be, couldn't it?
work ends and you reenter the flux of people
moving so fast it's like they're running away
maybe it's getting Happy Hour drinks
or simply going home
there's less summer every day
only a little bit of sunlight at the end
not much but something to cherish
the ******** about it being hot
will soon be the ******** about it being cold
seeing yourself march through a labyrinth of strangers
going here to there
sometimes with life scaring you
moving into territory without open arms
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC