If You Are Learning English

By LAUREN DELAPENHA

consider articulation, both speech  
and the assembly of a joint 
the cooperation of bones and 
marijuana; English: Mary Jane:
shoe, or the talentless friend you  
secretly love who is also the pretty,  
skirted woman in Spiderman who
keeps getting suspended, screaming,  
from skyscrapers, and there, dangling, you  
will begin to apprehend English, 
which is both to fear and to understand  
the difficult smallness of the words  
getting errands done beneath you,  
oblivious to the 42 definitions  
of the word get, including  
to leave immediately and to understand  
the politician in a long red tie  
giving an address beside the collapsed  
buildingbuilding as noun, 
not verb: address 
both the speech and the place  
you live, unless you live nowhere— 
then, you can live inside the speech. 

 

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Lauren Delapenha is a Jamaican poet and English teacher. Her work has received an Oxbelly Fellowship, a Poet Laureate of Jamaica and Helen Zell Young Writer’s Prize for Poetry, a Grindstone International Poetry Prize, and two Pushcart Prize nominations. She currently lives in Connecticut near a small river and some train tracks. 

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