attn: all international students, bcc:
no one comprehends your loneliness you who are suspended// between// two countries, hanging in flux in time and space, digitally exiled and yet equally plugged in. You know all the hot issues in the US election, and yet you cannot vote, you know next to nothing about the politics of your own country. Foreign student, all greased up with idioms and chicken soup, shiny and slick with the heavy hopes of your family for that Coveted Big U.S. Degree to hang on a wall, to continue upwards and outwards. you return home halfway through a semester, not in disgrace but in haste, fleeing the advance of a virus you don't understand- no one does, don't worry. C'est la vie. This is life. Fuck, i am both mature for my years, and an imbecile in other ways. I know how to set up a La Grange equation, i cannot boil an egg. I am fool and foolish, I am loved and beloved, america is as distant as a dream, i can't believe i used to walk down its Boston streets and eat turkey ham and pul