I Sometimes Wish English Was A Richer Language

By Zara Khan

 

I sometimes wish English was a richer language

So I had more ways of telling you

how I feel about you –

Not so much hatred,

but a quiet kind of feeling, creeping

like the mulch on your decade-old shoes

that sit in your closet,

locked forever,

reflecting you.

 

The same as the grease on my fingers

spreading, every time I tried to enjoy you,

or the Twining’s extra-strong tea stain

developing every Monday morning on your

kitchen bench. (Your mother was correct,

you really shouldn’t re-use them).

I wish I had more ways of saying

how I feel about you,

but I’m comforted,

as I believe you already know.