
Dispatch From the Midwest Cook-Off, June 2023
I am awakened by a smell, sweet and smoked. Clouds brisketed above the lake. Startled and unsure, I close the windows. Check first on the children. Second on the weather to find the warning for today is…BETTER TO NOT LEAVE, BUT IF YOU MUST – DON’T BREATHE We are told to stay indoors because there is a fire in another country. What is the purpose of borders if we are all subject to the smoke… It has been years of masking inside. Now, we must mask outside. Maybe I will sew the mask to my face. A permanent filter for the machine that I am. Line it with a one dollar bill. So that I can smell my worth. Which is a punctured hot dog on the end of a stick? Blistering in the choices of a world I just met. We are meat on a stick. Being held too close to what will consume us. At the carnival of our ending. I could equate this suffocated city to Hell. But this scene doesn’t feel theatrical enough. There isn’t enough screaming to sell it. And what good is a tragedy that doesn’t buy you some flame. I mean fame.
Key Foods
For Puerto Rico + Palestine
The corner
store up
the block
The One
that serves
alcapurrias
and pernil sandwiches
is still there.
The One
that has
Boricua shit everywhere
is still there.
But it’s owned by Palestinians now
& it’s crazzzzy
cause the food still
tastes Boricua made
[I guess after
awhile stolen
land all tastes
the same]
Stephanie Ginese
Stephanie Ginese is a writer & wannabe comedian from South Lorain, Ohio. She is the daughter of a Puerto Rican mother & an Italian immigrant father. She currently lives in Cleveland, by the lake, with her two children. Find her at: www.sginese.com.