latino butter


    Dulce de leche, smooth and


    textured like grains of sand.


    The color of rusting pennies or


    my cousin’s vivacious hair.


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    Shiny as lantern light reflections.


    Coating paper-thin panqueques


    and off-brand saltines. Nestled


    inside facturas, fresh pastries


    on proud display in shops,


    sin scent and smell jumping


    through windows propped open


    and doors that refuse to stop spinning.