memoir she was a piece of us like a nose feeling with her tongue for little bones, if it was fish mami's skin mingles with the drooping gown a teta is not a breast not even a teat there’s a white gazebo and the seesaw, but we’ve come to fish, papi said we passed his books brooding in the dark the bed was empty if I had touched him or called to him, he would have listened to me and not be dead like the moon except that it is almost square
About the Author: Marlena Maduro Baraf’s stories and poems have been published in Sweet Lit, the Ekphrastic Review, On the Seawall, Night Heron Barks, Poets Reading the News, and elsewhere. She immigrated to the United States from her native Panama and is author of the memoir At the Narrow Waist of the World and co-author of Three Poets/Tres Poetas. She writes the blog, Breathing in Spanish, that features conversations with Latinos from all walks of life.
Image Credit: Ángel Zárraga “Basket of Plenty” (1922) Public Domain image courtesy of Artvee.