A/ first time I crossed the atlantic ocean was to go to new york, where my mother was born
Q/ what did you see
A/ I saw concrete and yellow cars, clothing outlets and food by the pound
Q/ and then what
A/ I came back with straight hair that wouldn’t stay in place
Q/ why cross the ocean anymore
A/ haiti, with my mom too
Q/ and again
A/ new york. music
Q/ and again, and again, and again and again, but, what about the visas
A/ well I had to lie, say I had a job back there, where they think I belong. they think I belong to europe, but I belong to the ocean. NO LAND CAN HANDLE ME
Q/ what do you say when crossing a border
A/ I pray Legba, who dances over the crossroads, opens the paths of undiscovery
