Hold it

A small world,under a sugar shell

Turn it over. It is heavier than it looks.

Conchaturn it

The shell

Every linecatches the light

Sugar cracked into plates, each one holding its own shadow.

Azúcarcracked

The oreja

Two scrolls that meet, and do not quite touch.

Orejafolded

The cuernito

Wrapped around itself until the ends run thin.

Cuernitowrapped

The bolillo

It ticks as it cools, and the cut stays open.

Bolillocooling

All of it

Everything that fell, gathered into one sky.

Aurorafin