When you speak you teach me what I can’t know about my own language

Your English is good

I know sometimes it gets tangled

Or falls out like marbles

And abandons you

But it’s good, I promise

I’m a witness to it’s flutter

Floating across faces

As they register delight

Amusing, teasing, taunting

Sewing stories up

In arrangements I’ve never read

I don’t want perfect grammar

I don’t want succinct sentences paired

I want your spongey, bent, brave English

I want to hear it through the memories of your other tongue

The mother of your thoughts

Tell me every idiom

I love every syllable

I want Your newborn english

Two worlds in one mouth

Bring them bravely, bring them out.