Life in a Foreign Country by Kathleen Heil


The body is a map of                           my

                                                            own mysteries


                                                            (here we say «they» not «my»)

                                                            I am


                                                            own foreign country.

The longer

I’m here

the better

                                                            I sometimes speak the language

I sound more foreign

                                                            (I am foreign all the time)

They called my name and

I asked,

without thinking

                                                            -Tell me.

                                                            -Tell you what?

                                                            -Tell me what possibilities lie behind  ——.

Tell me where do they go      

                                                             to find it.

Image by: Joost J. Bakker