let’s talk about smocked dresses
and monograms
how you wore pearls and
pulitzer to the football games
on Saturdays
tell me your alma mater
how deep the bloodline runs
as I watch that infusion
drip direct
into your children’s veins
show me the small
town in South Georgia
that taught you manners
taught your tongue to thicken like that
taught you to resist the pace of this place
the wide land that taught you wild
where you were a debutante
a confection in white
as if the modern age had never come
how one could only be presented if
your granddaddy was encircled in that
right kind of crowd
the bow tied taut on
everything
I can learn
your language
endeared and embedded
like it’s study abroad
but expats like me
never seem to quite get
the dialect
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