Breath, Eyes, Memory

prodding my ribs with her elbow

tiptoed over to our be

She told me about a group of people in Guinea who carry the sky on their heads. They are the people of Creation. Strong, tall, and mighty people who can bear anything. Their Maker, she said, gives them the sky to carry because they are strong. These people do not know who they are, but if you see a lot of trouble in your life, it is because you were chosen to carry part of the sky on your head

Men were as mysterious to me as white people

You are insulting the people back home by saying there's no brains there

Marc drove us to a restaurant called Miracin's in Asbury Park, New Jersey.

Maybe the world, it is ending

The tears had already fallen and hit my cheeks.
"Mountains," she said, prodding my ribs with her elbow.

Here in Croix-des-Rosets, most of the people were city workers

potlucks started was really a long time ago in the hills.