Code-Switching in the Garden

Or, Yes, I Be Switching Up Too

Let me go ahead and drag myself before somebody else does it with less love and worse edges.

I code-switch.

There. I said it.

I am fluent in “per my last email.”
I can speak “corporate calm” while my spirit is standing barefoot in the parking lot ready to flip a folding table. I know how to make my voice smaller, smoother, less seasoned, less Oakland, less …