teach me how to speak
because being around this much arabic,
this much foreign is not good for me,
and i think i’ve forgotten, not who i am, but what i am.
(i never knew who i was anyway)
the babies next door cry and cry and cry and cry and cry
and cry and cry and eat a little bit and cry and cry and maybe
for a few minutes each day they giggle and open wide eyes and
stare at their crib-caged world.
(the parents play phonics songs all day
to distract them and i remember the lyrics but not the words)
i think i need to learn how to write too because
it’s real loud in this house during the day and i can’t concentrate,
so i stay up real late and blame my 12 hour sleeping on jet lag.
(last night, i saw a rat in the gutters outside
and i swear it looked up and smiled at me)
i know what everyone would say if they saw this
'you have to stop with this writing shit, honey, you're just
you’re just not very good and uh, well my laptop battery’s
about to die so…’
(i talk to much and i ask too many stupid questions
so people never wonder about me)