| Veracruz from A Tall, Serious Girl George Stanley |
In Veracruz, city of breezes & sailors & loud birds, an old man, I walked the Malecón by the sea, and I thought of my father, who when a young man had walked the Malecón in Havana, dreaming of Brazil, and I wished he had gone to Brazil & learned magic, and I wished my father had come back to San Francisco armed with Brazilian magic, & that he had married not my mother, but her brother, whom he truly loved. I wish my father had, like Tiresias, changed himself into a woman, & that he had been impregnated by my uncle, & given birth to me as a girl. I wish that I had grown up in San Francisco as a girl, a tall, serious girl, & that eventually I had come to Veracruz, & walking on the Malecón, I had met a sailor, a Mexican sailor or a sailor from some other country maybe a Brazilian sailor, & that he had married me, & I had become pregnant by him, so that I could give birth at last to my sonthe boy I love |
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