Banjo as a dark girl, and: She talk like this 'cause me Mum born elsewhere, say

Banjo as a dark girl

undiminished beryl.Many flood-plains.Life-flame—elegantturn—considerationof a still kind. Color

up on her haunches.A hubbub rememberingwhen blood cannot, lovebeing more than the onlyminiature. Each nightfall

chooses, and is injured.Caribe women know this.Sun up until moon-crest,they kneel but their tonguesare ever-feral and unchecked.

She talk like this 'cause me Mum born elsewhere, say

Ackee

and talk funny—make things up,

but say apples, apricot—then say

ackee—both fruit and juice make

you feel good from the

Beginning

when she insulted Episcopalian

Jesus, singing (top of her lungs)

big-inning like a good

Caribbean—

or potato or po-tay-toe to a fool

who say Caribbean—she laugh—

Cari-bee-an…she say

Dasheen:

US got greens, but me mum got

something else like

Egret

is same     yes     but

Fiddle-faddle

she never said, afraid of the

Government

& warned: enunciate the first n

like you got good schoolin' not

Hard knocks,

as in school of—

[is this

making any sense?] Are you hungry for

jumbee soursop?

foul-smelling, bitter,

good for make you suffer and

keep quiet

(this has nothing to do with mum being

from Bequia [she say Beck-way]) she say

Legoland

but her mouth waterin' for

leg of lamb and

money

never got enough where you from and

Nurdle

as in a game of cricket when

the batsman nudges the ball

around and into a pureé of

onions—

never make a meal without `em.

Pamela,

(my 1st name she never call me) like I'm

Queer

you mean like the guy who lived

in the house behind ours? He drink

Rum

                    then

Sweets

The sound when suck

air through teeth like

low class people from

Trinidad…

(sotto voce) your father's people,

not sweet, sail from there to

USA

then again, mum was never truly

n a t u r a l i z e d like a

Vegeee-tuble

spinach, peas, or beet soup

causing—ha!—

wee wee

but no one say this when

referring to piss & need some

X-rays

that don't show the way to float on a

Yah-chit or yacht

& make we laugh when mum butcher

English except she remembers she's a

Zebra

that is same as you say when you

mix the black & white—