American Made

By Karina Gomes (‘21)

But summer shades farther away.
My mind knows my mother tongue
as thoughts flow freely here.
My head is lightweight
like it has finally touched down on earth again
3,000 miles away, I count the stars
in the back seat of the rental car
under the coordinates from my home away from home.
A piece of me feels missing there,
it longs for the place my blood knows.
But here, they see right through me,
with white stars and red stripes painted
across my forehead
And still, as the stars look down at me,
the glistening gypsies of the Milky Way,
I find comfort that I may leave home
but the moon will follow me.

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