Che Guevara’s Bequest: Vallegrande, Bolivia, 1967
A tinny mambo is piped from the room
sick yellow-green fluorescence.
The radiator squeals,
brass electrodes buzz;
Che Guevara’s finger lies
in a dusty corner
covered with mites
the evil heat.
“As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.”
— Aimee Bender