An Ode to the Red Door Quesadilla

Food

Oh dearest Red Door quesadilla,

Longing for you at a quarter til eleven

Summer means lights off

Missing a taste of heaven

Reminiscing you sometimes being burnt to a crisp

Yet enjoyed with and guac

Sometimes my extra Taco Bell mild sauce

Accompanied by friends as we munch and talk

You were often shared between two

So one is not such a big back

But summer nights, not even.

Awaiting the return of the midnight snack

Oh dearest Red Door quesadilla,

You’ve finally came back as it is fall

Introduced to the frosh, we mustn’t gatekeep

You warmly answer our call.