“it’s your limbs he comes to fill, as warm water”

The Poem

Descending Theology: The Resurrection - Mary Karr

From the far star points of his pinned extremities,
cold inched in—black ice and squid ink—
till the hung flesh was empty.
Lonely in that void even for pain,
he missed his splintered feet,
the human stare buried in his face.
He ached for two hands made of meat
he could reach to the end of.
In the corpse’s core, the stone fist
of his heart began to bang
on the stiff chest’s door, and breath spilled
back into that battered shape. Now

it’s your limbs he comes to fill, as warm water
shatters at birth, rivering every way.

The Beverage
Tepache

Hi from Oakland. I’m sitting on my brother’s couch, here for a few days over Easter. On Thursday, I stopped at Nopalito for lunch on my way to Golden Gate Park. I ordered tepache off the non-alcoholic beverages menu. As you probably know from this newsletter, I looooooove a fermented beverage, and this one is described as “fermented pineapple, piloncillo, and star anise” on the menu. I had no idea what piloncillo was, but it is basically Mexican brown sugar. Obviously, I ordered it. It was fabulous. They served it over ice with a sprinkle of chili powder on top. Nopalito is a fusion-y spot, so I don’t know how authentic the tepache there is, but I would definitely try it again elsewhere. A little sweet, a little tangy, not overwhelmingly fermented. It was a great drink to have with my tacos. I do not want spring break to end.