Ms. Hernandez (7th Grade)
Apples remind me of bones cracking
Apples remind me of a summer day
Apples remind me of a toy ball
Apples remind me of a cherry pie
Apples remind me of a waxy candle
Apples remind me of my person record -4 apples, 2 hours- with my brother.
My patty melt smells like the grill
sounds like a crunchy leaf
it looks like the moon with all its craters
tastes like meat and cheese yin yanged
feels like a greasy shape
it reminds me of nice summer days
making patty melts alone in my kitchen
Panat is very good
It has shrimp and other good veggies
making it sounds like sizzling
Drizzling with sauces no one knows
Smells like seafood combined with noodles
and as tasty as skittles, but not sweet
savory
It looks like typical noodles
and feels slippery, able to slip through your hands fast
It’s also greasy, greasy like a Burger After effect
It reminds me of my Grandma
always making it on Birthdays
special occasions, and just for everyone
Ms. Hernandez (8th Grade)
I smell pork and shrimp Lumpia
In our old 2018 Subaru.
My mom is sitting next to me
Sneakily stealing lumpia from the
catering tray beside us
I take a bite
The hot filling burns my tongue
The crispy wrapping cuts the top of mouth
The scolding hot eggroll turns my
fingers red
We had ordered 70 something eggrolls
but we arrived with only 50.
Cannoli is a crunchy shell cigar, with sweet
ricotta smoke, and shaved chocolate ashes.
Cannoli reminds me of my nano, his tiny glasses
sitting upon his big red nose. Telling me stories
about some uncle of his who was in the
mafia. It might not be true, but I choose to
believe. I take a bite of my cannoli, and he takes
a sip of his wine.
As I sit in my chair on the beach with
the warm, soft sand on my feet and the beaming
sun on my face, a man with churros walks by.
I stop him, ask for a churro, and leave.
The churros are in a brown, greasy, and
soft paper bag and I take a churro out.
As I grab one, soft sugar crystals coat my
fingers and I chomp it
I feel the crunch of the crispy fried outside
of the churro, but also the soft inside
As I eat, the smell of ocean sulfur and
salt blow from the sea into my nose
All while sharing the sweet love of
a day on la Playa with my family,
together,
forever.