Foreign Words; Citizen Mouths
You used to speak foreign words from a citizen mouth.
You stand before me, a refugee.
I've kissed those lips before, haven't I?
You are not - were not - a stranger here.
I correct myself, standing tall and eyeing you carefully.
Did we love each other at all?
Perhaps I was fooled, dipping into the pot I had no business being near.
You being the pot, of course.
There was nothing but air as I drew my hand back and gasped.
What did I expect, roses to materialize out of nothingness?
I regret nothing, I remind myself as I check your passport
for a stamp I could recognize.
Nothing there. No stamps I know.
You stand before me, an outcast.
You are now a foreign mouth to me, speaking citizen words.