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Notes on Pasteles
tetris blocks of gold hide in the corners of December each piece a tribute to my late wela rubber bands squeeze the pasteles into stacks of money the whole block tryna stain but a safe like this only opens with Biendisons oozing from the mouths of those who have kissed every ancestor goodbye when Jenny’s bank account froze before Christmas Mom folded masa until her hands dried in prayer the dirt brown mush seeps through the aluminum foil and signs its name across the walls of the freezer in sacrifice & what do you know about gold that runs and boils by the river? leaving nothing but a smell to trace our way back home