tongue that withers

Posted on February 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

native tongue haiku

a tongue that withers—
my native tongue sent packing—
hegemonic curse.

What I’m Reading:

the walls of my voice, pronounce me
Ashamed
so I bury my native tongue
beneath a borrowed one

— Kathy Jetn̄il-Kijiner / “On the Couch with Būbū Neien” / Iep Jāltok: Poems from a Marshallese Daughter

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....

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