A Cuban Dream In Three Parts Poem by Virgil Suárez

1.
I am dreaming again
of breasts. Mountainous,
slick with morning dew breasts.

A golden rooster pecks
at my eyes, its red wattle
like a hand with fingers.
A flame tongue.

2.
I am a child again, trying
to climb a pyramid of green
coconuts in the Chinese bodega

Someone hands me a mechete.
When I start to hack them in half,
white doves flutter out to the street.
Every skull keeps a secret.

3.
There is a bearded man in my dream,
he is dressed in a military uniform.
His finger nails are sharpened like thorns.

When he looks down at me, I see
a body dangling from a ceiba trees branch
in his almond-colored eyes.

It is my father, a gardenia blooms
in his mouth. He spits petals at me.
In each is written my own demise.