Language of Love
they all talk
around me
and it never
stops. “Le gustaria pintar los gabinetes de otro color?”
until I can’t
hear my own thoughts
I love them, I
love him
but I can’t
understand.
I’m transported
to an alternate universe
in their homes.
I’m an alien.
“… y la estufa
creo que es negra”
today
and everyday.
I’m surrounded.
and I can hear
the words spoken,
I
see them laugh, the only language I understand.
I laugh,
wondering.
What am I missing out on?
If only I could understand.
I laughed at the
things I did not know,
the things I
couldn’t understand.
And I’m in
America.
But I’m in
Guatemala.
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