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.
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Arden Ashley
A Pacific Northwest writer and visual artist attending Washington State University.
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