*** [sometimes i think of my foreign language]

sometimes i think of my foreign language
teachers. i doubt they remember me. i certainly
forgot the cyrillic alphabet, the latin declension,
the scribble on the margins of the hellenike glotta,
the tricky pronunciation of streichholzschächtelchen,
and the mockery of the poor monsieur jourdain’s trill.

sometimes i think of my foreign language
as passing.

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