Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

When I was twenty-one or maybe it was  

twenty-two amoebas multiplied the pain of it 

I left for home lighter much lighter though tropical  

sun turned my shade to black my own mother didn’t 

last year at the hospital lab parasites rediscovered 

in my stools sit with this a little while so much time 

hidden settling unsettling one is transitive one in transit 

I am saying only what those microscopes saw not what I  

felt so much so many years of unsettling so gut me in my 

feeling so many poisoned rivers so sad when they said unto 

me I had been carrying these Caribbean waters all these years 

gut refugees fed an old world diet I will not say contaminated  

I would rather carry a billion billion times more because I am hosting 

their stories and I have never felt this empty this bitter this so help me.