In elementary school,
I would often imagine
translations of the conversations
my parents would hold in Polish,
a tongue they shared with each other,
yet refused to teach their children.
This is what I would
hear them say:
'Our natural state
is to be lost.'
'Learn to be
a stranger in
your own home.'
'What would I give
to become invisible
each morning.'
David Kowalczyk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/listening-to-my-parents-talk-in-polish/
