Alienated, Among H-1s

Today was someone’s last day in our group
I saw others go on with their work,
After a courteous goodbye.

Here I am, feeling how he must’ve felt
Watching folks go on about while I,
While I am receding in my glass hearse.

Oh, I am an expert in this feeling
“Give time for yourself,” I said,
At his car in the parking lot.

The truth is I don’t belong among these
Young professionals building careers,
Possessing H-1 visas, aliens to everything else.

Featured image: Separation, by Edvard Munch (1894),

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