I am sagging
where I sit, loose boned
and blemished, into
a remarkable sameness
with others like me
who cry in their coffee
and wait to fade away.

Everyone is forgetting me,
everything I stood for.
I am standing here waiting
for them to sweep by
and leave me in their wake,
standing here waiting for
anything to notice me.

I worry about my clothes,
my health, my choices for music
and reading and television.
I am this close to not understanding
the language. I am so far
from what I thought home
would be.

I would panic
if I thought it would help me
catch up. Instead
I sit here, waiting for
a signal to catch my eye,
but it won’t. At least
I’m certain of that.

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