Day 1 of DominicanWriters.com NaPoWriMo Challenge
Ode to Los Cuatro Golpes
“Ay mas dias que loganiza…” Mami says
She carefully lays the chopped up pieces of sausage into the sizzling pan.
I keep mashing the plantains with the metal triple 555 cup that lost its handle años ago
Jumping everytime I hear the praaa, pra, pra from the aciete
Papi already outside at the bodega checking his lottery numbers, scratch offs, wondering if our birthdays would finally be the winning quiniela pale in Santo Domingo today.
My sister at work, my brother sleeping
Morir soñando en la nevera
Mami and me making our memories to the steps of a Dominican breakfast.
“Coño se olvido el aguacate” she says, interrupting my bliss.