Sometimes
My trilingual mind
Becomes unmoored
I babble ay my ma
今日ご飯どっか行こう？
Until she sighs
I start a class
With "Ouvrez vos livres a page 26"
Until the blank stares halt me
I patter on about movies
Till they laugh
"Theo arrete!"
Once
At a big sleepover party
The girl on the futon next to me
Fled in the night
"You were talking in 3 languages
I thought you were possessed"
I sometimes worry
My trilingual mind
Will slip its partitions
As I age and I'll sit
In the old folk's home
Demodulator gone
Diode busted
Resonating between stations
Like an old time radio
My father promised to fix
But never got around to
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