to make friends with others like you.
i don’t even know how to take the bus.
and i don’t know when to pull the bell.
i have to count the number of stops.
they don’t stop at every stop.
when it rains day in and day out.
yeah, i learned to talk to myself.
now i am a prisoner of my mother tongue.
an old woman like me?
more than ever in my life.
what shall i do? what could i do?
and yet i don’t belong here.
is there a place in between? 