Once more I cook the perfect dinner.
It's good enough to be photographed.
Guanimos wrapped in banana leaves,
stuffed with beef,
adorned with raisins, capers and olives -
now if I only had a camera -
if I could only stay focused.
Now what wine goes with this?
And what man?
No, it is too good for any I've met here.
Not even the baby's father.
The little one's a charmer of course
but he needs his bottle not corn-flour.
I concocted it
but am I even deserving of such a feast.
Someone has to cat it.
So it may as well be me.
I followed every step
from an old family recipe.
Sadly, I am from an old family recipe myself.
We choose men badly.
We have babies.
But cooking is in our blood.
So no need to take that photo anyhow.
A glance in the mirror will do.
Bionote
Juanita Rey is a Dominican poet, US resident. Her work has been published in Mixed Mag, The Mantle, The Lincoln Review, Lion and Lilac amongst others.
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