arnoldo garcía

transtongue

My brain is a network of languages

you here read in english

My brain processes everything three times

in english

in spanish

in pocho dream languages

I translate every syllable among every syllable

i am at the speed of molecules

bouncing making chaos out of every sound

combining and recombing

until i spit it out

Marx called language practical consciousness

you hear, you read, you think what I speak, write, or gestate to you

my tongue is a superhighway of consciousness

the transtongue of humanity

I am a human bridge of words with feet, desires, six senses, tattoos

lover's eyes that are sabers or tenderness

I jump from one language bank to another

my tongue gets wet or swept away, drowning, in the currents of my throat.

I go over or under each language knowing that she is a bare electrical chord of lightnings

that can electrocute me, sear my tongue

with an explosion that rises up from the belly of the earth

blows a hole the size of a tractor in my tongue

all the words spill out of the dam of my breasts

Please drink me, do not let me evaporate in the blasting sun or thunderstorm...

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Please note: This is the 14th spontaneous poem for 30 in April 2010.