From a street that has been renamed.
From a kitchen with two languages
and one of them for arguing.
From the back seat of a car at night
watching the streetlights do their arithmetic.
From a name my teachers shortened
and my grandmother refused to.
From here. Also from there.
Ask a smaller question and I will give you
a smaller, easier lie.
This a fake test poem created by First Verse - it will be deleted at launch
