Foreigners are not people – poem

How unfamiliar

this land seems to be dark

no lanterns marking way home

I am waiting for an invitation from someone

althought

I am quite convinced I wouldn’t go

how unfamiliar I shiver and quake

half-unreal

my apartment like an island

and I am here on the sofa

or the couch

unable to talk.

Walls. Walls. Walls.

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