Scene. Re: building/ Re: fibulation, a promise


And that’s where we meet,

Eyes cast down.

Don’t look, don’t talk,

Don’t say my name.

Not out loud, as then you’ll know,

I’m betraying my mother,

My father,

My sisters.

Dare I ask …

You won’t be here,

Too American.


How do I explain?

It’s easy to know,

Knowledge bursts from the internet,

The print out in my bag.

I can see my tension in the way you sit,

But we’re not the same.

Cut me open again, I scream.


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