Day Two

[I'm already behind & it's only April 5th. To be fair, I hurt my shoulder & can only type with one hand. Heck, I can only do most things with one hand/arm! :/]

Where do the things we loved to pieces go, when they are lost or taken away? Write a poem in which you imagine the life they had after you. (from Luisa Igloria)

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Maruya

Banana pancakes, my lola said

Small flat discs with misshapen edges:

lightly fried fritters made

of overripe fruit, a touch of flour, dash of sugar

This was our afterschool snack

our merienda, the peace

before fractions wracked my brain

Where are you now, beloved maruya?

Hidden in the black speckled dots of peels?

Living in the mouths of other kids?

Have you gone to live with my lola

who has been lost to the earth?

Or are you waiting to be reborn

in the skillet of my kitchen?