Through the Stomach

Warm-blooded animal brought to the cold— A snow-soaked Boston so unlike January in my hometown But new, too, is this warmth, Our foreheads tight together by the kitchen table—

You,

Once so far away, now Having crossed the continent, ° e shy season of ˝ irting, Even the shame, the fear of so˛ rejection, Here you stand Washing the dishes in my frigid dorm kitchen;

° e scene leaves a sweet taste in my mouth

Even more so than the bites

Of rainbow-sprinkled

Ice Cream

° at we shared, really more like ° e weight of

“Crema de Mariscos” stumbling Erred, between your lips

° e promise, open Pathway to your heart—

If only my skills

And Aui’s recipes Will su˙ ce.