By Chalisa Thompson
after “A Globe is Just an Asterisk and Every Home Should Have an Asterisk,” Aimee Nezhukumatathil
From the coasts of Morocco
to the curves of Kenya I contemplate
Longing to find my globe but
unsure of which direction to spin.
I too desire to find lands where
The span of my hand won’t quite fit.
I stretch fingers shore to shore though,
home I cannot seem to trace.
Instead roots hover along event horizons
that will swallow my culture whole. So,
Dear sweet Aimee at least you know where to place your wrist.
At least you know where your fingers won’t fit.
–Chalisa Thompson is a sophomore at Highline College. She enjoys writing poetry and volunteering with the youth in her community.