– Li Yun Alvarado –
plucked from the folds of my skirt
and perfumed with citrus and sweat.
Behind me, las cabras and my cousins
In front, foggy glass pitcher
of sugar water in her hands.
I want to steal a lemon, feel the sting
of spring on my pursed lips.
Want to see her, squeezing
fruit again. Her, filling
the pitcher. Her, filling
each of our glasses to the brim.