Where I'm from is getting spilled over. We take smoke breaks during Purim on every-other-Tuesday; try not to get caught looking all slack-jawed or broken-homed when people ask, “are there really black Jews?” --- They don't tell you when you migrate from Africa you’re now specifically from Africa and that's all folks really want to know. Is there weather? Where are all your brothers? Can you count to one gazillion? --- I am against forgetting how the ground can open up. How silent a black man can really get; how Exodus tapped into my dad’s sexless astrology, how he wept over it and then braided my hair quite poorly. --- Yes it is possible to separate dirt from the snow. You know how academia works and it works. How to be breakable? Slit the lights on look at that brown face, skull and all, say cheese. --- In this version we don’t North America, we run fast. In this literature our gestures bloom, witness the burn of caps lock. We’ll know our white mothers are really our white mothers, maybe love some history.