I only ever wanted to say mahal in parting, but you could never have
understood how much of an expense love was to me. I only half understand
my mother tongue, only carry half its baggage. Which country is Mother?
Which country caverns me? It only takes language to assimilate—our accent
differing from town to town. Please make your voice heard so they can
understand you. As an exile I have absorbed both my countries; each a nation
of difference. Not the land I love but its people. I am an archipelago and you
are a continent. I am a negative, a minus, a difference. To your positive, to your
addition, to what you are molding this country into. I am just baggage. There
was once a country I resided in, but it was neither here nor there.
“Lyric” is from The Sea That Beckoned (Platypus Press, 2019).