Webbing is a collection of poetry that consists of all my unheard lore. The things I don’t say out loud, but instead materialize to share with others through words and images.
Here’s an excerpt from my poem Braid:
I erase and rewrite and I see the hair gather at my keyboard
I braid my hair every night
I try to preserve the last part of me that feels real
I hope it’s real and I hope people know too
I hope the person who sits down after me on muni scoots my unnatural curly strands of hair off the seat
I hope it is a woman who recognizes the pattern
I hope she knows I braid it every night
And I hope she knows I’m real.
