In the future, a feast.

Even the crows will come.

In the future I will have white-silver hair, like my Grandma. Every week a feast with friends. On the table: plums. Even the crows will come. We’ll tell stories of mami wata and undrowned wishes. In the future I will have learned the art of forgiveness. My entire past will sit at the table. You will be there. The ferns will be there. Every wall will be …