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
I am an object of curiosity your eyes brighten at the sight of my pale hair and eyes strange accent odd mannerisms I smile and say women dou shi Meiguo ren we are both Americans
I want to go home now can you tell me where that is?
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