Going Bananas

A banana filled introspective trip

Image generated by AI/ Photography by the author

Half curled like an ab crunch
they lean together with dark heads
gossiping about people.

They are 14 grams of the best — sweetest
part. Peeled back in layers, this memory
is as tart as it was before. Funny how
we say time heals all wounds.

Don’t know if that is true.
Looking back fondly makes me
feel much worse:
mom’s cold banana cream pie she fixed for
work, but managed to save more for us
after work.

The banana pudding a friend makes for a book club
and the goofy laughter
the silent pauses as
we peruse and barf literary terms like
foreshadow, vicariously, and characterization

Or the banana bread I no longer bake
because I can’t take the sugar
yet, I still crave them.
I crave them like these
precious events that are left in the past.