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
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2018
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