I know I called you a two-faced god
but you are more festival than deity—
I mutter your name like a mantra
hoping to muscle it into memory.
what interracial porn doesn’t tell you:
if you fall in love with a foreign tongue,
privately butcher their name ad nauseam
so one day you might scream it in bed.
what they call uvular fricative I call fucking
impossible. Mr Lee’s bilingual policy
fails me. lost in your pharyngeal fold
of a namesake, I think only of spitting
I’m extremely behind on NaPoWriMo, it seems. But posts like these make me press on: