Leaving the U.S.A.

Leaving the U.S.A.


The first to go was the toothpaste.

Soon followed by the shampoo.

A little more slowly went the:

large bottle of aspirin

big box of Q-tips

and the razor blades

in their little plastic cases.


All of the stuff I brought with me

when I fled to slow-living Spain

slipping away like morning dreams.


A year in and now replacing

de-elastized underwear.

Broken bonds to my natal land.


And words too, running from my mind.

¿Como se dice en inglés?

Dreams a mishmash of languages.


I am standing at a crosswalk,

waiting for the little green man

even though no cars are coming.