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    MY SPANISH by Melissa Lozada Oliva

    If you ask me if I am fluent in Spanish I will tell you
    My Spanish is an itchy phantom limb: reaching for a word and only finding air
    My Spanish is my third birthday party: half of it is memory, and the other half is a photograph on the fridge is what my family has told me

    If you ask me if I am fluent I I will tell you that
    My Spanish is puzzle left in the rain
    Too soggy to make its parts fit so that it can look just like the picture on the box.

    I will tell you that
    My Spanish is possessive adjectives.
    It is proper nouns dressed in pearls and bracelets.
    It is are you up yet. It is there is a lot to do today
    My Spanish is on my resume as a skill.
    My Spanish is on a toothbrush in red-mouth marks

    If you ask me I will tell you
    My Spanish is hungrier than it was before.
    My Spanish reaches for words at the top of a shelf without a stepping stool
    is hit in the head with all of the old words thats have been hiding up there
    My Spanish wonders how bad is it to eat something that’s expired
    My Spanish wonders if it has an expiration date
    My Spanish asks you why it is always being compared to food
    spicy, hot, sizzle
    my Spanish tells you it is not something to be eaten
    but does not really believe it.
    If you ask me if I am fluent in Spanish I will tell you that


    My Spanish bites on a pencil in the corner of a classroom and does not raise its hand
    My Spanish is my older sister's sore smile at her only beauty pageant
    My Spanish is made up story about a parent who never came home
    My Spanish is made up story about a parent who never came home and traveled to beautiful places and sent me post cards from all of them
    My Spanish is me, tracing my fingers along every letter they were able to fit in
    My Spanish is the real story of my parent’s divorce
    Chaotic, broken and something I have to choose to remember correctly
    My Spanish is wondering when my parents will be American
    asking me if I’m white yet

    If you ask me if I am fluent in Spanish I will try to tell you the story
    of how my parents met in an ESL class
    How it was when they trained their mouths to say
    I love you in a different language, I hate you with their mouths shut
    I will tell you how my father’s accent makes him sound like Zoro
    how my mother tried to tie her tongue to a post with an English language leash
    I will tell you that the tongue always ran stubbornly back to the language it had always been in love with
    Even when she tried to tame it it always turned loose
    If you ask me if I am in fluent
    I will tell you
    My Spanish is understanding that there are stories will always be out of my reach
    there are people who will never fit together the way that i want them to
    there are letters that will always stay silent
    there are some words that will always escape me.