Tag: expatriate

You spit on the street
as we pass

maybe you need
to do that anyway

have some bad taste
in your mouth

and it is just
coincidence

or maybe you are 
not brave enough

to tell me to 
go home

You never knew the ones
who loved me first and most
places I remembered myself with ease
those many splendid little markers
that cried out:  home! home!

You knew me only as a 
stranger in a strange land
liminal lover
versed in your vernacular
and not my own