Like many Americans I am trying 
to learn a new word every day, 
or maybe just an old word’s first meaning, 
as is the case with “geometry,” 
which, when broken down, translates to “earth 
measurement,” something some of us might’ve known,  
though I didn’t internalize it until just now. 
There was a time when I thought everything 
could be measured. Standing against the wall 
in my parents’ apartment, I tracked my growth 
with the seriousness of a child 
with nowhere else to be. On the news, 
they say there was two seconds between police arriving 
and their shooting the twelve-year-old boy. 
Twenty-seven inches between them 
and a man they’d shoot a year and a half later.  
My life is a garden full of unturned rocks. 
I don’t watch the videos that play even in diners 
with brief warnings for violence. Everywhere I turn 
people tell me Négritude was actually bad. 
I am happiest in my garden, flipping over rocks. Or, 
I am most afraid in my garden, flipping over rocks. 
There is a word for this, I’m sure. My inability 
to mail my saliva, discover once and for all 
the measurements of my family. I learned today 
an actual garden can grow potatoes of different 
colors: brown, red, purple, blue. It’s possible 
to imagine someone whom the potatoes please 
only in the moment they’re pulled from the ground.  
I couldn’t describe it. I am still trying to love 
Blackness without possessiveness. Pretending 
to understand how a world without race is not 
only possible but desirable, 
like many Americans. I am usurped daily by sweetness. 
The headline SANTA DELIVERED THE DRONE. 
BUT NOT THE SAFETY AND SKILL TO FLY THEM. 
delivering the word “drone” like a joke. I am most American 
reading it. When, surveying my garden, 
I understand, not for the first time, 
how much my survival depends on death 
and yet cannot stop living. 
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Contributor Notes
Gabrielle Ralambo-Rajerison is American-born by way of the Malagasy diaspora. She currently resides in Pittsburgh, where she is writing about the possibility of Black love amidst global anti-Blackness. Like her selfies on Twitter: @amerikanina.
