Read this in Spanish
Mara teaches adages
to a generation that doesn’t know mamey
but knows “bi-kei”
I came to know caimito from Yansi’s hand
when I was 26
and to suck its sweet sap in Libertá
was a cuir revolution in my mouth
my blueprint is an abuelo that never
remembered my name
an ark that I carry like a lightbulb in the head
the awe of so much endless thirst
and in my zeal
I write
I search
I transplant
so that we may remember more
para que seamos gente de formas más humanas
and not like this
every time we have to count
on what is no longer there