https://psychopomp.com Just another WordPress site Tue, 12 Mar 2024 14:40:30 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.1.4 https://psychopomp.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/01/cropped-gold-P-square-32x32.png https://psychopomp.com 32 32 https://psychopomp.com/dracula-con-queso/ Tue, 12 Mar 2024 14:40:28 +0000 https://psychopomp.com/?p=2001985 When there's no hope, there's Taco Bell, Big Beef indigestion, and pairs of Cool Ranch lips spread across the kitchen table. Brown paper after-party living más all over the wood surface. The time? It's dark—that's all that matters. The movie? Drácula (1931) dips my feast and face in gray smoke. If I starve for sleep, I will not starve for food, but this is a contest of wills and wits; I don't remember turning the tv on. I don't remember ordering food on UberEats. I don't remember my name, but I know Drácula filmed at night when the cast of Dracula (1931) was done for the day, replaced by their better-than-the-original-doppelgangers. I crunch a pair of lips. Corn shell shard scrapes my throat. I swallow a heresy: Taco Bell is better than "authentic" Tex-Mex.             What if Taco Bell is the food of doppelgangers? I slip into sleep paralysis before I can answer the question. On the screen, chaos on a cargo ship: Renfield grins through a bull's eye, recites my secrets the subtitles strangle: David Arroyo stands behind you, el quiere. Tex-Mex meet your Taco Bell. ]]>