Creamy and bitter,
the acquired taste,
in demand,
but only in a form
unattainable by most.
What is ours,
commodified elsewhere,
glorified under filters
and served,
reduced only to its
lowest common denominator.
Plucked from the branches
of our gardens in Eden,
all we have to give (for now),
greedily eaten,
the significance lost,
all too quotidian,
the wild-grown fuel
of human bondage.
Originally published in English in Latino Book Review, 2020