POEM IN A LANGUAGE

The heavy minded honeyfruit of the child’s memory tree is something middle-born, unrecognizable, an only own language. Looks sweet sliced and served

take a bite.

The date, the fruit, the ocean, the mother, the tongue, the language, the homeland, the ancestor, the lotus, the mango, the dumpling, the sun, the ocean, the mother, the stranger, the mother, the mango, the ancestor, the child, the abyss, the sun, the date, the ancestor, the fruit, the date, the dumpling, the ocean, the language, the homeland, the sacrifice. The sacrifice. The sacrifice.

Again.

Date, fruit, mother, tongue, language, homeland, ancestor, lotus, mango, dumpling, sun, ocean, mother, stranger, mother, mango, ancestor, child, dumpling, abyss, sun, date, ancestor, fruit, dumpling, ocean, language, tongue, homeland, sacrifice. Sacrifice. Sacrifice.

Mother tongue mother homeland dumpling ancestor lotus dumpling ocean stranger mother tongue stranger child stranger mother abyss stranger language stranger sacrifice stranger mother tongue slice.

Hold your tongue out of your mouth now and let it get dry. Taste the air. Push your tongue out and move your lips around the thick dumb muscle and say it again.

Mother tongue mother homeland dumpling ancestor ocean stranger mother stranger child stranger abyss stranger language stranger sacrifice stranger tongue slice.

Again.

Mother hand split ocean slice date mend dumpling.

Do these feel like other words for love?

connect

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