back of my front teeth and my
lips forming something along a
“No.” I say it in the language
I learnt at school.
I feel my throat vibrate as
I say it out loud.
There are three other languages
For me to say it in,
And I will use them all to deny
everything that you say.
“Nahi.”, I reiterate it in the language
I picked up in the streets,
pushing you away further, with
more strength than I could have
I watch you. Your face
pulled up straight,
Correction: would not read.
“Non.” I say with the same
determination as I watched them say it
in the movies.
I see some of your walls break down.
Was that hurt in your eyes?
“Nien.” I add a finality from a book that
and watch as your walls topple
over each other as they crumble down,
a single tear rolling down your left eye.
I know you couldn’t hear me.
All you could was static, as you
read my lips, shivering as they were.
But that’s the beauty of words;
it is the pure language of the universe.