by Alexia Rauen
My sister-in-law sits and talks with my mother about loans,
out-of-focus, I make my second cup of coffee.
Finally, the luxury of transience seems in
reach, perhaps in the sludge beneath my sips.
Eventually I might learn the true difference of
deficit and debt and why the Chicago boys
thought this neoliberalism might work;
maybe I will read up on Pinochet and
dictators. I try to make sure I alternate
my readings so I do not become too
claustrophobic in my fox-den.
My mother did not want me in the forest
when she heard the neighbors spotted
a red fox. I wanted to see what the mother
was like, was she different from mine?
You ask me why I study all these
countries I am not from, I say
but oh, look I am!