The spaces shift, the path adjusts.
Among the people, I am foreign
looking for the women’s baths,
caught with pants falling.

Red lips beckon and I walk straight.
We kiss. Twice.
Then introduce ourselves.

She has been working here a few years.
I am passing through, but even so,
something gained is something else learned,

I think about Istanbul.
My mother appears
reciting rat a tat tat detail,
I wish she’d stop so
I could tell her

about me.