homemade bread
butter and jam
everyone sits together
Lise scoots next to you
squeezes your hand under the table
like you are secret friends
they lob questions like tennis balls
all in Norwegian
they’ve been coached to avoid English
immersion from day one, Karl-Peter said
you think they’re asking about
school and work and family
you’re unsure
panic flares
language is a barrier
but so is heartache
you don’t want to pollute
their loveliness with lies of home
Bjørn takes pity and switches over
just for the first day, he says, kindly
and we need practice, too, says Lise.
Erik won’t look directly at you
but spies from the corner of his eye
he’ll start English this year in school,
says Elinor, but he understands a lot
he is only seven, but you recognize
yourself in his confusion
Lise spends the entire day
tugging you around the house
drilling common nouns