I am in a bazaar with my mom,
meat slices hang like earrings.
she shakes her head, clucking, it’s too expensive
when I wanted to come out to extended family
she warned they are not worth it.
bizarre. the cost of nourishment.
chunni covered head, backlit woman leans
in, says we met in 1976. I told her I wasn’t born
yet. Must be mistaken. The impossibility
of knowing me, squints. Scrunch sun stain.
new country, who dis?
no brief explanation of this body.
do we all land, sweetly, here?
parallel park this. blue steel colossal truck.
is it possible? to be here? passing light blares.
unwieldy maneuvering. Precious, keep driving.
Narrow family space Rearview glare
tears my eyes.
truck full of goods.
what we owe/ what we have left
after getting what/ we wanted.
protect them? protect
me? the shell broke.
Jai means victory to
I am at a long table. A writer stands up, she
gives someone a piece of her mind. Her curly hair
swishes, her finger points.
What if I was talking, like it mattered?
about the author