“We came from our own country in a red room which fell through the fields”
“our mother singing our father’s name to the turn of the wheels.”
“My brother’s cried, one of the them bawling Home, Home,”
“All childhood is an emigration.”
“Others are sudden. Your accent wrong.”
“big boys eating worms and shouting words you don’t understand.”
“My parents’ anxiety stirred like a loose tooth in my head. I want our own country, I said.”
“But then you forget, or don’t recall, or change,”
“I remember my tongue shedding its skin like a snake, my voice in the classroom sounding just like the rest.”
“Now, Where do you come from? strangers ask. Originally? And I hesitate.”