In the Old Country
In the old country I was allowed to be subtle without urgency.
My mother would have smiled as I stole the newspaper from her thin fingers.
Nothing would have mattered since it didn't.
A long trip would have been long enough.
In the old country the kids were alright.
I could have smoked a joint at my father's second wedding.
My acumen would not have needed a boisterous fanfare.
Before would have been just another day.
In the old country I wasn’t just table setting.
I could have known what questions to ask.
I could have said no quite clearly.
I could have been happy enough.