The American in Us

by Steven Sher (October 2019)

Woman Committing Suicide, George Cruikshank

 

 

 

1.

From the start, our body posture and manner of speech

seem odd to the native eye and ear. We are easy to pick out:

how we pitch our points and stretch our words,

slur the syllables of our new tongue, butchering

clotted consonants, paralyzing lungs. Our thinking

gives us away if one probes a bit more: how we navigate

crowds inside the shuk, darting around carts, slipping through

a seam between shoppers. Sure we are vigilant

regarding noise and won’t hesitate to hurl our complaints

at the late night offenders milling about like moths

drawn to lamplight, taking over the small park on our block—

every word amplified by the late hour, punctuated by bursts

of shouting and laughter you can’t let pass—acting like Americans.

 

2.

Weeks of heat like raw emotion simmer beneath

these steep hills, mold this holy city. On the hottest of days

despair breaks loose. We hear about the neighbor’s

daughter who always sat alone smoking,

nursing a beer in the courtyard, ignoring our greetings

when we passed through to our apartment—

how she jumped from a roof to her death.

If you ignore the desperate measures, if you try to deny

the source of pain, this is the end you can expect—

except in America one is equally likely to pick up a gun

and start shooting up a school or mall as to kill himself

for the despair growing there wants to wade into the crowd,

striving to be democratic, taking random aim.

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