After Histoire de l'art et Architecture Grec

I address my thoughts this way to

Diffuse the tangled netting of grammar

And understanding that holds my English

Brain to the floor and licks the

Toes of my mind. The glacial pace of

Comprehension takes no pains

in humbling my cocky college self as it

Shoves my head into the troph

of knowledge where I learn that languages are

big and that it’s very hard to breath under

water. Often I wonder what I look like through

this growing window in the language barrier.

Do I seem nice? Am I anything like I think?

The window peers at my feet, sized 40 here, a

View of how I shuffle when I’m nervous,

which is luckily less than most. I hope that if I feed it

the blood that drips from throwing myself

into the fan, it will grow into a lovely set of

French doors, and the neighbors will lend me

A key just before I break a pane so that

I may walk and talk, polite but colloquial,

With the natives who have enough beautiful

Rubble to ignore.