Learned a new way of speaking. Had to as a matter of survival.
God their lives are so sheltered they think I'm an American!
So I pick up their way of talking – mimic them
and walk down a dark city street
hunger gnawing at our bellies
craving the exotic, the mysterious brightness
burning through sleet.
Here's a house without windows, doors or floors.
The initiation requires scaling scaffolding
pounding to the end of a plank, leaping
off and out into the sky to fall, land
in an embrace of building sand.
Except it ended, for me,
in a freeze until this new kid
came along, pulling on his nose
as if expecting water.
I followed after.