Translation
As we begin to connect
Your words become more and more direct
While mine bend toward the abstract.
We don’t know what the other is saying
But somehow it works.
We only know we are happier
Together.
Two languages in one
Conversation puts a premium,
Of course, on proper translation.
Not every word, alas, has a direct equivalent
Leave it to me
To see that blue
Is only a melancholic black
While you’re the one tasked
With teaching me how
To wrap my lips around a word
I’ll never learn to say
But should.
Call it repressed memory
Buried under a backfill of facts
A feeling that used to be automatic
Just say it, she says
By the end of the night
We’re rolling on the floor
Speaking in tongues
Ecstatic
10/19/25
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