translate for me;
multilingual interpreters, you were
born bilingual, weren’t you?

bonjour, buongiorno, bom dia
send me to my aunt-by-marriage and
let her little children teach me to say
“água” and “gato”
like good little brazilian babies
growing up in new hampshire should.

summer can be spent with
old women who don’t know english,
who will cook food they grew up on that
i have never even heard of,
whose voices are cracked with age-old
alphabets that have more letters than
mine does.

teach me to say
“i love you”
in every country i visit
“in case the weather is nice and the
boys are nicer, eh?”

jeg elsker deg,
mamma
instead of the american way:

"......"