By Sandra M. Castillo

i.

For years,

you were a story of ancestors,

pre-revolutionary Cuba:

Barrios, Donate, Gallata, Villanueva,

family names strung and pearled in the Caribbean

by blood and memory,

nostalgia and calamity

en Artemisa, a small town in my mother’s childhood,

a woman in December of 1967,

your Tía Marta, a hospital room en la Covadonga,

rows and rows of children, my sisters,

unexpectedly two, your cousins,

whose clothes Mae and Mitzy wore

into history and exile.

En el exilo, La Cuba del Norte,

ten years after the summer of El Mariel,

you were my map of Cuba,

un espejo, un reflejo,

a tisa-blue knot of possibility.

Mi esquina Habanera,

a street en la arquitectura del pasado,

a superficial distance in the patina of memory,

a me I had never really known,

a language I had learned not to think in.

Later, you were a face on T.V.

en Guadalupe, María Elena,

my mother’s telenovelas en el canal 23,

an actor, a director, a sculptor, abstract angst with a face

history and coincidence had given me.

ii.

So when you become fingerprints and words,

a noun, a verb, a snapshot in motion,

I am no longer alone with my ghosts,

las sombras de el pasado, inventing truth,

reclaiming language, my old self.

I am me, unadorned by speech,

English or translation;

I am an I, simple, exposed,

this afternoon in our lives,

a conversation about the circle

of coincidence and persuasion,

a photograph of an idea we once were,

and you are familiar,

somehow.

iii.

Constantly returning,

we breathe in Spanish,

move through blank spaces like incantations,

waiting for words to fill a moment

(often ninety miles long)

with etymology, jargon, ghostwords,

shadows and nostalgia,

and become Harina de Castilla, Larry,

re-shaped, translated, improvised, sculpted

and redefined.

• Relationships
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Poet Bio

Born in Havana, Cuba, poet Sandra Castillo moved to Miami, Florida, with her family in 1970. Castillo earned both her BA and MA in creative writing from Florida State University. Castillo’s early life in Cuba was shaped by her extended family—including a large cast of uncles and aunts—as well as the stories and ever-present possibility of immigration to the United States. Her poetry often draws on these childhood experiences, referencing an uncle’s photographs, relatives’ arrests, and the streets and lives left behind. She teaches at Miami Dade College in Florida.

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