Photo: Patricia Jinich, 2010
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Porous volcanic rock of my skin
Tejolote of my mind
The lingering smells of the past
Of pounded herbs and spices and memories of home
Garlic of my mother
Cumin of her mother
Cilantro of hers
The many spices of my ancestry
Are residue-enhanced flavors of my present
Each meal with my molcajete
Every pound of the stone that reshapes my soul
Is many meals bequeathed
Is remembrance of my lineage
Is legacy for my future
Is life
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