We rotate the maps on our desks. We try to see different pictures, but the blue is kudzu, silencing the land. Name the world’s seven continents. Name the world’s five oceans. We think we see our mother’s body shape there. Use your pointer finger to show me land. How many of you were born there? What is plateau? What is plain? Basin? Now use your pointer finger to show me ocean. How many of you were born right here? What is a current? Crest? What is undertow? That’s right. This is the rip that sweeps bodies under and into her chest.