Come, little tongue
Why don't you say a word?
Had your letters stopped
That Mama tied you up
Infront of a foreign lap?
Anne with an E
You read her magazines
Feeding fire within
Licking lines in between
Words stampede
Yet three periods still impede
"..."

Here and there, silence imploding
Patience losing
The English teacher demands:
"Speak, little tongue!
Tell us how you think.
Speak to us the words you often read."
You step further back
In the hollow of my mouth
The cave echoes beats of my heart
Deafening...
My silence still defending
My blank canvas a fog is painting
Oh, little tongue!
Cry in air, cry in oxygen
Whimper if you can
For my...