“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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