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Aunty Thelma's Banana Bread
This 100 word poem is dedicated to my Big Island family.
There were days when aunty
was in a good mood. On those days
she would cook a huge breakfast:
Portuguese sausage, bacon, eggs,
hash browns, fruits.
Her specialty was banana bread
she served warm out of the oven
with a thin layer of butter.
On her bad days she would be
swearing up a storm.
"I told Junior Boy fo wash those
goddamn dishes and these are
the same fucking pots and pans
from breakfast. I going whoop his
ass when he pau school."
On those days she ordered pizza
and gave us frozen banana bread
out of the freezer.