Tula.S

Cuba

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Identity crises

Message to Readers

I would love to hear feedback on this piece. I want to convey the feeling of being homeless when you move around a lot and never stay a while in one place. However I worry that the piece might be too personalized and it would be great to hear what other people think.

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August 11, 2020

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At the lake, 
before the sun disappears beyond the mountains, 
I wait on the old bench. Birds fly in threes. 
The new sunflower by my bedroom window drenches itself dry in a 
temporary heat — 
cold stretches in shadows, already. 

By now Havana has become uncomfortable to remember. 
Before we moved there Mami said to me, “We will never get home.” 
I listened, 
sadly. 
Today the lake crawls onto the rocks as 
Daddy boils bumblebee corn in a kitchen that is 
only warm because the oven is turned on. 
White wolves blow at white elephants in an otherwise 
crystal sky; no buildings tower but rather, 
long trees and 
fat mountains. 
I had to drop those afternoons when 
I would skip lunch for a couple of hours at the sea coast, 
where the air whisked not only that dead sort of ocean perfume but also
the waste hidden below rocks like knives, 
where the water is that shade of blue that 
swallows you in on a simmering Havana afternoon — 
no second thoughts, no first thoughts. 
I had to drop live jazz at a crumbling corner in the 
lung of the city, 
cheap ice cream behind a Banyan tree that drips roots over the 
brown brown park. 

I never really said good bye, I never have said good bye — 
not when I left Miami or New York, 
not when I leave summer behind in New Hampshire with Daddy, 
not when I left Havana. 
And so I wait as the fire escapade paints those cliché colors
all over the clouds, and I think about where I am today, 
I think about the sun, 
about how it travels with me.

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5 Comments
  • outoftheblue

    "And so I wait as the fire escapade paints those cliché colors
    all over the clouds, and I think about where I am today,
    I think about the sun,
    about how it travels with me." i've seen that a lot of your work revolves around identity and family and that is what makes it so deeply personal and a joy to read, so there is definitely no need to worry about that. your poetry is nothing like i've ever seen before.
    (also congrats on making the wtw review!)


    3 months ago
  • Inimitable

    Your writing style is beautiful! Great job with this


    3 months ago
  • Bhavya's Treasure

    Re: Thanks Tula! :)
    Here's the link of the post by Dmoral where she helps the newcomers to know about WtW more!

    https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/132307/version/254176
    For the title, I agree with Stone of Jade. You may add 'Last' also...


    4 months ago
  • Stone of Jade

    this is so beautiful! even more so with the meaning being personal to you! <3 wonderfully written...idk about title ideas but I thought Havana Afternoon could be cool but its up to you :)


    4 months ago
  • Bhavya's Treasure

    Very very relatable! Shifting from one home to another offers you an opportunity to discover more but everytime one leaves a place, it's like leaving a family member behind!
    You've done an Amazing job by portraying your feelings right to the core. :)

    Suggestion: Whenever you reply to a comment, kindly do that on the respective person's one of the posts. Then only they get the notification. :)


    4 months ago