I never wanted a future. 
Never dreamed of bridal gowns or 
Baby cheeks or making 
My place in the world. 
I desperately desired to plant 
Sweet potatoes in Cuba at 21. 
I was bound to swim
With dolphins in the ocean. 
I fell in love with singing 
Brazilian music. I craved
Myriad makings of art. 
I have longed only
For unique immersions
In aliveness. 
I dived deep into each 
invigorating idyll, each
Oubliette of anguish
And despair. 
My life is an archipelago
Of these intense expansions 
And contractions, each 
Isle separate from the rest. 
Pearls on a strand, 
A knot between each one. 

—Geneve Gil

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