West Indian Day Dreams

Clara Ledesma, Untitled, 1983

One:

1.
I’ve never seen the sea,
never laid in a white sand beach,
or swam in its clear waters.
Yet I carry its heaviness
in my belly and my throat
know its weight of being birthed
from a skull and gourd,
with it seashells,
turtles, starfish,
bloated bodies, disease
fear.

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Briana L. Urena-Ravelo

Briana L. Urena-Ravelo

Writer. Community organizer. Errant punk. Ne’er do well. Fire starter. Email: Dominicanamalisima@gmail.com