George Franklin, Poetry

When Love Is Hard to Talk About I made ceviche de pescado  This weekend as a surprise for you, Cutting corvina into cold, white Slices, fish you could almost see through, Marinated in lime and coarse salt, In onions, cilantro, mangos too. I boiled sweet potatoes, stir-fried the Corn—you teased me because I had two Servings, thought about more. I’m happy, but also frightened when I’m with you, Worried that I’ll screw it up somehow. Before we met, I’d learned to make do, Asked myse...

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