“A tall man was learning from a vendor how to pronounce churro. High in the sticky clouds of time, he kept repeating churro while eating a churro. How to say this made you want to live? No hand to hold still here it was: someone giving someone comfort and someone memorizing hard how to ask for it again.” LifePoetryFoodPoemComfortAskingStreet FoodRequestingChurrosStreet Vendors Author:Ada Limon