Understood – NaPoWriMo Day 13


Foreign words invade a page
confusing language to a canter
of syllables. Pushing forward
a confluence of understanding.

Trenches of garbled tongues
mimic the march of saluting
saliva, pressing my hand
onto my forehead.

Gripping a pen to make up a phrase,
blocking strategic advances
of bonjour, blowing away
the rattle of tracks.

Meine mine of understanding
is hollowed out
by fire, scolding
the sides of Spain.

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