(Another) Story of Us

Another Indian
or Bangladeshi
or Nepali
or Vietnamese
at a cash register
punching away at another story of us
But not before
heartbreaks and mixed feelings
and remittance slips
pile up
like concrete blocks
for houses
of trust and dreams on show
Not before
strange freedom then confusion
and at last mastery
of the ways of a new land
Not before
bone tiredness
and itches for something still more known
all become like clothes
(the fabric of us)
shall the first word be written

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