For beardpoetry

I tried to learn other phrases in the same twenty-four languages / that you learned to apologize in. “Have you seen / this woman?” “How do I get home from here?” / But surrounded by strangers, every question I asked started with / “I’m sorry.” // I wasn’t meant for wanting attention but here, / where I can’t pronounce the street names, / I’d do anything if someone could understand me. / “I’m sorry, but have you seen this woman?” / “I’m sorry, but” / “I’m sorry” / You were right, we weren’t meant / to apologize this hard.