From “A Rain of Stars” Évelyne Trouillot translated from the Kreyòl by Danielle Legros Georges In what language should I speak to you when the words beneath our sheets blow over my belly life has me holding a grudge pouring coffee on my recollections not revealing where the moon finds its water When children cry and won’t stop one after the other the words dry up in the palm of my hand not letting me baptize the dark Believe me  I don’t know what you are: A navel that’s lost its cord in the midst of a poetry book? A hibiscus [...]