Poetry

Caper's Poets

Breakfast at Neruda’s — Kenneth Karrer

Your wetness dripped down

my chin

like

bee dulce

honeyed, warmed

from my favorite

sopapilla.

Dusted

by baby powdered

sugar.

You let me

In,

mi sancha.

I just love to

move up

to your table.

 

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Filed under: Issue 2, Kenneth Karrer

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