my skinny brown
fingers together
like wands
And make a warm
plate of platanos
Sprout.
Soft brown
Carmel kisses sweet yellow like
The sun at six am before my phone screams
Before the kids wake up
Before your nightmares from yesterday's turn into tomorrow's
I wish I could feed you platanos
The kind that an Abuela makes
backwards floating in a sheet of canola
Tumbling in paper towels I want you
To taste these sweet platanos
Gold brown cinnamon and lime
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