Fried Black Bananas

Fried black bananas

 

white sweet goat cheese

 

thick pale and yellowing like an old wound

 

Shiny crinkled scabbing edging the the grill-marks where

 

burnt Brown sugar 

 

hardened in seared heat

 

One finger plucked from the tree 

 

and caught in an iron press 

 

Bled out on a grimy blue plate

 

because grandma's sink is broken.

This poem is about: 
Me

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