[TOP, LEFT TO RIGHT]
no olvides de donde vienes

cuando lanzas una pluma, terminas con dos alas

sometimes, you forget you’re not American

[MIDDLE, LEFT TO RIGHT]
acirémA
[left facing triangle]
[angled dotted line]

[angled text]
I split multiple versions of reality
I’m always in the midst of migration

[center text]
crossing the blur
sleepingborder
sleepinggrief

[angled text]
‘mother’ ‘aunts’ ‘rooms’ deja vu manifests

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[right facing triangle]
America

[BOTTOM]
when I close my eyes, it’s a wide space a white place
I remember friction motion bright elements swirling the sand