– Li Yun Alvarado –
plucked from the folds of my skirt
and perfumed with citrus and sweat.
Behind me, las cabras and my cousins
calling baaaa-baaaa-baaaa.
In front, foggy glass pitcher
of sugar water in her hands.
I want to steal a lemon, feel the sting
of spring on my pursed lips.
Want to see her, squeezing
fruit again. Her, filling
the pitcher. Her, filling
each of our glasses to the brim.