Fried Black Bananas

Fried black bananas


white sweet goat cheese


thick pale and yellowing like an old wound


Shiny crinkled scabbing edging the the grill-marks where


burnt Brown sugar 


hardened in seared heat


One finger plucked from the tree 


and caught in an iron press 


Bled out on a grimy blue plate


because grandma's sink is broken.

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