Living the In-Between: On Passing & Privilege

Living the In-Between: On Passing & Privilege

When I was a kid, in the glove box of our car— nestled between Alicia Key’s “Songs in a Minor” and India. Arie’s “Acoustic Soul”—was Jewel’s “Pieces of You.” My mom didn’t listen to that shit, but my grandma had left it in our car; and it followed us for years afterward. Anyway, on one of our long drives to Fort Bragg, with the wind whipping through my hair and the scent of redwoods in my nose, I flipped through the CD brochure and read, “What we call human nature is actually human habit.”

What I think is not always what I say, not even a fraction.

What I think is not always what I say, not even a fraction.

In the words of Michael Fawaz, “Is my blood and heart not document enough?” Then from what I say, am I not a redacted document? What makes us whole as human beings? Since my sense of self circulates in this body, and the universes embedded in my thoughts comprise part of my brain, am I able to articulate my whole being with language? My best guess: Not even a fraction.