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Josephine’s left hip:
black bottom banana cream pie (2 large firm bananas, cut into
2/3-inch slices, rum), banana gratins (2 large firm bananas, cut
crosswise, sugar in the raw).
The inside curve of
Josephine’s left hipbone: banana fritters (4 ripe bananas, sliced
diagonally, peanut oil), hurricane bananas (12 small ripe finger
bananas (3 to 4 inches), molasses), hot banana crème brulee (2
medium firm-ripe bananas, sugar in the raw).
The smooth stretch under
her belly: banana clafouti (1 large ripe banana, cut into diagonals,
French vanilla), grilled bananas with Mexican hot chocolate sauce (4
firm-ripe bananas, Ibarra).
Josephine’s sweet, warm
right hip: peanut-crusted fish fillets with fried bananas (2 unripe
bananas, peanuts).
The swell of her ass, the
hollow of her back, the swell of her ass: espresso banana napoleons
(3 medium bananas, je reviens en trois jours, ne lave pas),
caramelized banana purses (2 large bananas, Honduras), old south
ambrosia (strange fruit. salt. water).
But then there’s Josephine,
just Josephine, and there’s never a just with Josephine, under me,
over me, Josephine, and the smooth slick of her skin in my arms, the
weight of her head against the nape of my wrist, her laugh shaking
my chest with her strength, her fury.
Her hand laces in mine,
perfect, and it looks nothing like – it feels nothing like – a bunch
of bananas.
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