An Excerpt of Grandmother’s Vocabulary

Synthesized from people,
she owned a private lexicon
the dictionary could not match.

My favourite senselessness
of it was hitam manis,
her convincing me even if dark and swarthy,
I was still loved.

My poem Grandmother’s Vocabulary can be found in The Missing Slate, a borderless arts and literary journal. More information here.

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