i had a dream that che guevara acquired an additional dimension or two,
helped himself down from the monument at revolution square, and jumped
off the malecón in early spring. birds flew in reverse for at least five seconds
and the party in parque g observed a hesitant moment of silence. rum in
vedado ran thicker. abuela blockades sighed and handed their housekeys to
Leijia Hanrahan is a writer and translator in New York City. Her poetry has appeared in the Mantle and Parentheses Journal, as well as her mini chapbook, like songs about airports (2020).