Language School
A poem.
For twenty years, I’ve tried to learn your mother tongue. I’ve flipped over flash cards sitting in the dentist’s office, trying to embed your vocabulary in my brain. I’ve studied grammars, immersed myself in your culture, and sat across from countless tutors, each with their own unique pedagogy. And yet, some days this language barrier feels impenetrable. But when your lips kiss mine, the Rosetta Stone is unearthed.
