Two years ago, I decided to write again. Having just returned from a trip back to Xela after nearly 9 years, it felt right. I wrote this poem through tears, posted it to Tumblr, and then let it be.
One year ago, I decided to submit this poem for publication with @tiachuchapress. I rushed to edit/excise those bits and parts that didn’t stand the test of time. I clicked send, and then let it be.
Today I read “Where is Guatemala?,” out loud, for the first time ever. Today I looked back on words that I have not dared read since submission, lest I discover some glaring flaw. And yet, reading today, I knew this was not a “lesser” poem from my past. It’s different, for sure, but like “Chapingolandia,” it stands for a certain moment, a certain feeling, a certain Central American mix of dust and incense in the air. And so I do not merely let it be, but celebrate this piece that I’ve nurtured for so long.
This is just the beginning, and I’m so excited to share it with all of you. 💜🇬🇹
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