"rozmowa" poems
sometimes I forget
that I am ish
as one of the sun frowning commuters
I think in their language
then every once in a mile
a rozmowa comes and
as I forget the ish words equivalents
as i stumble upon the grammar
I realise I'm a universal foreigner
of too many heimats
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 7:19 AM UTC