My daughter says I don’t have
an ear
for language, should not speak
in foreign lands, not even
simple words,
no merci, no scusa.
I hold up two fingers,
nod
and slip into small places
an insect, insidious
gesturing
my way in and out,
sometimes stinging in
Spanglish
sometimes landing on a
stranger’s arm
fluttering
a kiss to my existence.
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