in the city

there's a certain sense of urgency and adventure

when performing mundane tasks

like grocery shopping or going to the post office

in a country that can't understand you.

i'm learning to talk with my hands, with my arms, with my

facial expressions, eye brow wiggles, rather than with words.

i'm making my "i'm lost face again"
at strangers who stop and point frantically and helplessly

in several different directions
grunting with a half-smile glued in the space

between their cheeks.