Two secret ingredients:
dried flowers
and toasted
pumpkin seeds.
A ceremonial tone
interrupted by sips
of infused iced tea.
Chamomile florets
in boiling water
smell of sofrito
tenderizing the browning
meat.
A cold cast-iron pot
on no stove
I look in
her mirror
where she sees herself
and her mother
and her mother sees
her mother
and all other mothers before that
returning like moons.
Silvia Bonilla holds an MFA in poetry from the New School. Her work has been featured in/is forthcoming from Pittsburgh Journal, Green Mountains Review, Rhino, Reed Magazine, Cream City Review, and Pen&Brush, among others. She has received scholarships from the Vermont College of Fine Arts, Colgate Writers Conference, and The Frost Place. She recently received a Fellowship from The Saltonstall Foundation for the Arts. You can find her at: https://www.bonillasilvia.com/about.html
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