He said it thirty-two times in one minute,
I counted.
Ehn.
Ehn.
Ehn.
A one-stop synonym
for everything.
Sometimes he wants so much
at once
he spins slowly
with his finger outstretched,
pointing to everything.
How confusing it must be
to have so much desire
all of a sudden
and no language to hang it on.
Phantom words,
the absence of them
burning his tongue.
It makes sense to me now
why kids want to learn
any word you give them
as soon as they can speak,
collecting them like breaths.
It is as if you finally grew feet
and you couldn’t contain them,
surrendering to their sudden need
to dance.