Ode to the Bodega by Zion Perez
This is an ode to the bodega down my street where I go for breakfast and I get a bacon, egg, and cheese with an Arizona. Where I hear the grill sizzling and the people ordering and paying. Where I see the chips and drinks, ham and cheese sandwiches, muffins and donuts. Where I smell the steak and cheese on the grill. Where I go to buy milk for my mom when she says, “Vete a compra la leche!” This is an ode to walking down the block to get gummy bears when I’m home alone. This is an ode to the place I go to spend my extra money on snacks and drinks. The salty bite of the bacon, egg, and cheese. The crisp ten dollar bill in my hand.
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