A Cuban Girl

"A CUBAN GIRL" there’s a Cuban girl. over the years, she’s popped in and out. we had a short fling and never saw each other again. finally, not too long ago, we became friends again. usually, she rids herself of me from whatever we are connected on, blocks my number or simply disappears. this time though, we have stayed connected longer than normal. it took 93 long years to get her phone number and yet, we hardly message each other through the phone. she views a few pictures I place on an application my phone has from time to time. tonight, she was the first viewer of the words I let the world in on. I call this, “a Cuban girl,” but her profile name is, “acubangurl.” she doesn’t talk to me, nor I her but we know we can whenever we choose. I like knowing she’s there and I remain quiet about it. it’s exactly like the country. I mean when was the last time you heard anything about Cuba until this poet’s poetry. By: Chicano Eddie