Fresh oranges and a sunset to match
The gap between his teeth, only visible when he laughs and
freckles the that speckle the tip of his nose.
We call them sun kisses.
Bantu knots, dreadlocks, cornrows and afros
The smell of pan-seared cod prepared by my grandmother.
Her weathered hands tell stories, not all end happily
But quietly I listen.
Photos from my mother's junior prom
My Afro-Carribean heritage
The anonyminity of this universe
and it's uncertainty.