Language is the tool of my trade -and I use them all - all the Englishes I grew up with

Saving Fish From Drowning

Whenever my mother talks to me, she begins the conversation as if we were already in the middle of an argument

I did not lose myself all at once. I rubbed out my face over the years washing away my pain, the same way carvings on stone are worn down by water.

Who knows where inspiration comes from. Perhaps it arises from desperation. Perhaps it comes from the flukes of the universe, the kindness of the muses.

I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.