sink/ swim spanish

The words bury themselves between taste buds
and refuse to make themselves know to mi profesora.
They are the strangest texture and choke my voice.
I mouth the pronunciation: pro-nun-ci-a-ci-ón.

My professor’s fluent words gradually cake me.
It’s as if she put flour into a cotton candy machine.

spin fling stick dust cloud
es mi turno de hablar

I blink my eyes but the damn words dust my lashes,
the wetness of the corners make paste.

The cloud pushes into my nose and makes me sneeze. ¡Salud!
It cakes my mouth. spit wipe swallow but no.

No hablo español.
No hablo español.