A language I want to learn
I want to learn a language
The one that feels like coming home
What language do I speak now
It doesn’t feel like home
It feels like water in my lungs
It feels like glass on my tongue that shatters every time I speak
With a sound everyone can hear
With a pain everyone can feel
Am I still valuable with my single glass tongue?
Am I still valuable with no connection?
Isn’t that what you wanted?
Maybe if I learned the language of the tutumairekurai and manatee
I’ll learn a vocabulary large enough to hold our sadness
I’ll learn the language of home and how to carry the weight of what we’ve lost
Even with water in my lungs
I’d learn to speak and pour out all I have to offer
Even if all I have to give is my body to the earth
I will scream until my tongue has been smoothed by turbid waters
I will scream until I am surrounded by an ocean
Now with emptied lungs and a sea glass tongue
I’ll stand in the body I’ve created