Overhearing French

speech like my mother’s pasta

a blend of many things

a mouthful every time

gobbled or garbled


too densely packed

avalanche paragraph

burying me in syllables


meaning withers away

substantial as smoke


too tangled to translate



words are sliding down the drain

thirsty for them

but we let them go to waste

adjectives swirling in circles

all sounds sucked away

into the greedy abyss

when the last noun

gets swallowed up

how will we mourn

for what we lost?