american baby

“American baby,” they laugh

i think, because we know it’s not true

he is not mine

the way i want him to be

he may reach for me

smile in the morning

when he first sees me

and we can joke

about this one learning

to like my food

or speak my language

because it’s the one that i speak to him

it is in that language i sing lullabies

that have drifted you into dreaming

but i’m American, baby

and maybe you don’t belong either

maybe you’ll never know what “home” means

and i wish i wasn’t going

without you

but with me wouldn’t be home either

“American baby,” we smile

and all pretend

that i’m not leaving

that you can stay

in my arms, forever

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