If Havana Were a Lover
The city is warm and sticky, the way a one-night stand is, lying beside you in bed. It doesn’t look like you thought it would, but still there are remnants of the magic you imagined before you got here. The old colonial architecture and classic Chevy’s hint at what things used to be. Your memory knows there is more, but this is not a memory you have. It is a memory that has you. You aren’t in bed with a lover. You wake up and you are in a city: wide, and panged with time, res