The owner of our town’s sole bakery was an eccentric creature who lived inside the belly of the beast. That reptile opened its jaws wide and out came the pastry chef dressed as Napoleon crossing the Alps, as depicted by Jacques-Louis David. As he approached the glass counter, I pointed down at a slice of baklava. As he handed me the baklava, he asked how my granddaughter was doing. I told him María was doing well, and that we just recently found out she was immune to scorpion venom.
Steve Castro is a Costa Rican surrealist whose poetry has appeared in 32 Poems, DIAGRAM, Bayou, miCRo series, The Cincinnati Review, Verse Daily, The Spectacle, Gallus: Poetry Scotland's Sassy Sibling, Green Mountains Review, Salamander, The Florida Review, Image, Notre Dame Review, etc. It’s forthcoming in Tampa Review, Water~Stone Review, Huizache, Laurel Review, Cream City Review, The Boiler, The National Poetry Review.