NaPoWriMo #7

They all whisper in

languages I do not

know, yet (and never will). Languages

that no textbook

or graduate student

or revised code protects.

We are an ocean

that cannot remember the

rain.

We are a generation

cruisin’ for a bruisin’

as my mother would say

in her language.

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