they told me to travel

when I’m older.

I think they didn’t know
that moving through someone else’s ordinary
creates the lens through which I see.

if aging is about growing
this is how I grow:

across difference
uprooting what was once cemented
with us and them.



I had hoped for a slow unraveling

but sometimes things and strings

get caught –

and there is no more slow,

only unraveling.

But we continue to knit and reknit,

to find the piece that fits.

Not all clothes were made for us,

these imperfect people, non-manufactured.

Sometimes a tribe will find you,

Sometimes you will have to go searching.

Sometimes, both.