To be complimented with the previous poem.

Casa Dos

Back home                      everything had to be sealed

Closed air-tight or in the fridge

We would build dozens of plastic fortresses

to counter bugs   mold         bacteria  ants

Forget fresh fruit juice

consumption was limited to a day

else we would end up

Stumbling into the fridge          a morning stupor

A poured glass of                fermented mango juice

Dreamlike         apples soft to the touch

Here         the food never goes bad

The food never goes bad         here

“Back home”

“Back home”

“Back home”