A poem read in four tongues. For Betty, my beloved.
Posted by Sam Roxas-Chua on Saturday, November 18, 2017
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he wanted to plant it on the ground
and wish for a boy with a beak
this time—like Jesus whose father
was a dove, with a crown
illuming a whitish-gold light,
la luz. The light of Christ, kandila,
sounds like Candle, dila, tongue—
my tongue is borrowed
I’ve been seething decades
of my name minus
from my father’s mouth.
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from “Saying Your Name Three Times Underwater” (Lithic Press)
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