My Father Teaches Me How to Open Pine Cones
Place the pine cone close
enough to the fire not so close
that it burns there like that—assim
When you hear it crack then
you know it’s time to move
them out take the pinça not
all the way not yet Okay, now
Agora, you peel back each one
to get to the pignole, you remember?
Espera I want you to remember this
that what you put to flame it won’t
always burn sometimes like now see: there are seeds.
Carla Sofia Ferreira is the daughter of Portuguese immigrants and a poet from Newark, NJ. At Harvard College, she was selected to write a creative thesis in poetry and currently, she teaches English language development to first-generation immigrant students in the Bay Area. Recent and forthcoming poems can be found at amberflora, Poached Hare, Likely Red Press, Bone & Ink Press, and Awkward Mermaid. Find her on Twitter @csferreira08.