PANCAKESA Poem by Rene Velez
I mash my bananas in,
right into the dry mix, how do you make your banana pancakes? I can remember the smell of moth balls hiding in the closet the name of the game was hide and seek until the Apollo three speed, that is... She would rather have blueberry, she finished them off once, eyes swollen and shut from spring allergies and today it no longer smells like moth balls when I find her hiding in the closet. © 2015 Rene Velez |
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Added on May 8, 2015 Last Updated on May 8, 2015 AuthorRene VelezNew York City, NYAboutPoetry... what else needs to be said? [email protected] more..Writing
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