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