||[Thursday, Apr. 2nd, 2009|01:42 am]
The richest girl in town.
We look at each other, wait for internal dialogue
to die down. In silence, hobbled tongues reach
towards each other, bodies talk when mouths can’t
find words: a secret handshake, semaphore, Morse
code-switching, languages cobbled together:
pidgin, creole, Spanglish, “bad” English, ebony phonics,
survival tactics made beautiful, polished to copper shine.
Pennies are most valuable to those who haven’t got a dime.