– 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.