Embargo
the u.s. is—
not
my fair scapegoat.
shame
my spoiled complicity
in all its patriot blush,
and behold our life,
seed of bilateral strife.
and underneath
your town’s gravel,
i intervene
not
my fair scapegoat.
shame
my spoiled complicity
in all its patriot blush,
and behold our life,
seed of bilateral strife.
and underneath
your town’s gravel,
i intervene
cuba is
my home,
i know
when i look
in clean glass,
its brown skin sheen,
see me;
look out
the island’s windows,
inside your shops, i’m there,
too
my home,
i know
when i look
in clean glass,
its brown skin sheen,
see me;
look out
the island’s windows,
inside your shops, i’m there,
too
Source: Poetry (May 2021)