I. My topknot tongue wants To be untangled, to let loose Coil and wind wind around hearts. My words are tomes to the distressed – My desire, to learn the word “save,” With haste, in every dialect, so I must study Effectiveness and choose The shortest linguistic path From mouth to masses. Every exhale I let loose Is a missed opportunity To form my lips Into something more necessary. The only need more immediate Than taking a breath Is not wasting one. II. This language I learn is for every canal, Windswept or waterborne. My truth is a gondola With free fare and access to every corner Of cityscape. I want to give glide To everyone who feels they are drowning, To lift from treading and gift a forgotten language: Ease of survival. Mother tongue is birthed But I want the tongue that formed mothers, I want the caring that lifts each child as favorite Because to be created is to be precious And to be precious is to be equal.
Speak
My workshop poem from 8/6 in #fxbg, VA. Join us physically or virtually. =)
