NaPoWriMo Day 1: Dis-instruction poem- tells the reader how not to do something

Saucy fragrant meat stuffed and filling fluffy white seams bursting tortillas,

Topped with clouds of cream and bioluminescent extra sharp orange cheeses

I had to sub marinara for tomato paste

Which wasn’t a big deal since I added cumin anyway,

All I know is, these are the most in-authentic enchiladas

but they taste like my mother’s love,

I  humbly receive eucharist bubbling,

I let go of all that is troubling,

Even if I tried and died to do the “right” thing the “wrong” way,

Thank Grace for shimmering kaleidoscope and enduring sun’s rays.