Excerpt: Speaking in Tongues
Beneath the playset's shadow, a child summons toy wars. Mosquitoes bite. Indian-born…
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My lips pucker,
but nothing comes out.
hope for the best,
I expect the worst,
because there is so much inside of me,
too much inside of me,
from the start of where life began,
to the days where the ends of times will see itself produced.
And I see both and none of it at once.
I feel like I belong to all of the world
despite being completely shunned.
and so I hope,
I wait,
I aspire,
but accept the fact that I am ignored and forgotten,
a speck on the spotlight,
that will someday blossom and grow.