“Polyglot” by Laurie Kuntz
Polyglot
Under your tongue, slides
five new languages,
while I still perfect
the words of this poem.
I am fluent in the latest gossip
the fair-weather neighbor relished me with,
I can speak all the promised words
from the plot of a silly rom com.
I easily order a French pastry,
pronounce Affogato perfectly,
and I am fluent in conflict.
There are times I want to confide
my darkness in our shared language,
the one we perfected from the beginning,
with those gentle, generous phrases,
but you are learning Thai, or is it Farsi,
or a new conjugation in Portuguese,
so many that my words
get lost in translation.
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