Learning the Language: Poems One and Two
the menu said “hot dish”
and my young mind whirled with those two words.
it searched for good answers
Yikes! What could a “hot dish” ever be?
I pictured my school lunch
served on a steaming plate so “match hot”
Fingers seared to the sides.
In Ohio we’d said, “casserole.”
the boy said, “Borrow me
a piece of some clean notebook paper.”
I tried to understand
my classmate’s so curious command.
I turned to another
to ask for the requested paper.
I saw the future me.
I will teach Minnesotans the rules!