Havana Club

Poetry by Dania Yamel

I thought I lost myself

But tonight

In this red-lit bar

Full of soft chairs and soft spoken people

And music to dance to in the background

Named after the Havana Club

I’m myself again

And I sip my French 75

And I find myself.

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