arepa story

they are green. we are mixed,
you are man handling, gently
smoothing into our pliable bits

you are stretching your hands
down the back of my pants
they are firm and full with masa

our legs lock like forks lazily
left in clouded water, piled up
after the mixing, and assembling

things are turned on end like us
bellies full, we determined that
being sideways, we’ll save the world

March, 2016