Reader Submissions
Well-Known Corners of the People
You Were Once Nine
by
Rebecca Ruvinsky
“I live here,” the boy, careless on the playground,
shouts when it is time to go home.
If I were a man, I would not be able
to sit and stare at the bars
and swings and slides. If I were a traveler,
I would not be allowed to be here. You, a man
who has traveled so far to this
corner of the world: you must go
learn (to live) in person, breathing our air,
while us citizens have the right to be
cautious. If you stay home, you will be returned
to the place that hasn't been home for thirteen years. Twenty-
two in a time when the world rejects
the air you breathe, the same questions every time you go
searching for answers as to how you'll start
a life, now, here. Look up: who were you when you slid?
Go home. A hurricane is coming. You are flying
away, no red and white, just blue
and black.