Once upon a forgotten day
I woke up with a garbled voice
I knew what I wanted to say:
“Isn’t it a good day?”
But my family and I asked with our eyes
And our eyes the words that sprang
Out of my mouth
hard marbles they are,
cracking against their glass skins
Their voices when they spoke of surprise
Was as familiar
As the first memory I had
Faded into an impression of senses.
I tried so swallow all of them back
But they choke me into tears
As my future chokes my prospects away.
What about the presentation?
What about the promotion?
I tried to make sense of the cracking toys
that made up my voice
—ruined robots and raspy squeakers.
But all my thoughts are locked up in a scream
Begging to be lulled to comfort
By the wife whom I called mother.
For this prompt:
If you could wake up tomorrow and be fluent in any language you don’t currently speak, which would it be? Why? What’s the first thing you do with your new linguistic skills?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us TONGUE.
If I could learn a language instantly, I would like to learn the following:
- Russian-To read Tolstoi and Chekhof and Dostoyevsky in their original
- Greek- To read the classics
- Italian- To read Italo Calvino
- French- To read Montaigne and other French Intellectuals
- Japanese- To watch anime
But then, I don’t plan to settle with this response alone.