i came to America too young
to be foreign, so all my dreams
are American and contemporary,
present and blinding as morning-hunger:
a fat gull scavenges for loose plastic bags
and their crumb-treasures
on the winter sand. On the television
a well dressed man (who back home people
would ask if he was my brother) thanks the University
for his success. All While i’m stealing one too many
week old sandwiches from the food pantry.
Look the tangelos are losing
their green. I won’t apologize for the smallness
of my delights.
image: Asnim Asnim
