Cuba

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June 12, 2010 by The Citron Review

Teo Martinez

I want Cuba like golden-tanned expatriotism,
Rum beliigerene in linen pants and
Wooden sandals
I want Cuba like long thoughts on empty beaches,
Empty bottles and long breaths,
Naps in the sun like short grass under bare feet
And the smell of a woman’s neck
Like tears for no reason and loneliness
Like gasoline mirages over hot asphalt
I want Cuba like childhood happiness,
Sipping cold drinks on street curbs,
Kicking bottle caps and empty soda cans,
A gust of dirt that flies into your eyes and mouth
Like a moment of panic
Uncontainable laughter like a fall you can recover from
I want Cuba like hope from helplessness
Long kisses and short goodbyes
Pain that dulls with sleep and worsens with waking
And love that fades like paper left in the sun.

Born and raised in Los Angeles, Teo Martinez has written for print and for screen, but prefers the pen and the pad. Currently working on nothing in particular, Martinez spends his days helping gay men have babies at a local fertility agency.

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