It seems to hold out a ray
and the vague words
deny nothing while holding out time.
There is mention of a flood of applications.
Your application is now being considered.
The paper and the words become Holy Writ.
The message is round and round,
the words considered
every way like a living text....
The recipient sees hope; the recipient sees
routine procedure...
They want me; they want me not;
they want me; they want me not...
Is there hope or not?
(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))
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