When We Sailed Away, A Dream, Because I Couldn’t Stay In Our Patria
After Bryan Shimoda I had a dream last night that the Malecon was burning. I had a dream last night that the balseros we built out of whatever our hands could find were strong enough, floated long enough to reach people we never thought we’d find after the depths of the ocean claimed them. I had a dream last night that I held hands with my lover while we flew and fell and floated through the between. In the center of the city, we danced and cried, part angry, part beautiful. I had a dream last night that a woman was made of rain, and became a wave that mourned over the empty streets and ash. I had a dream last night that we sailed through the streets and the buildings were all the primary colors crumbling over us until we couldn’t see anymore. The colors darkened, and the rubble they left behind got stuck in our throats until we didn’t recognize each other. I had a dream that we told each other our hopes while we were underwater and someone, somewhere, was crying but we lau...