Sep 2013
When I was young
I didn’t have the language.
The locus
Of my pain
Was beyond reach,
A book of forgotten
words.
I’m older now,
And sometimes I still think
All the words are foreign.
I didn’t have the language.
The locus
Of my pain
Was beyond reach,
A book of forgotten
words.
I’m older now,
And sometimes I still think
All the words are foreign.
