Pescado Frito, Fried Fish

under a red metal awning
leave a clean plate
“special sauce”
catching the drops
as they ricochet
licking them too
an exterior sign
“secret sauce”

local kids — families here
families enjoying
a warm feeling
you can eat on the street
cars blasting reggaeton
while shrieking children
play soccer between
frying and sautéing seafood
in Curundú.

run to the fish market, clams
drenched in special sauce
garlic shrimp and lobster.
“seriously the best
in Panama.”
dual citizenship
messy eating
until the fish runs out

drivers might be very confused
why you’re headed there
trust your judgment

~~~

My friend Jean J Luce introduced blackout poetry to our writing group, using a culinary article as a prompt. I may never write a “regular” poem again!

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