To keep silent in two languages

by David Vikgren


To keep silent in two languages

Straight through the window it suddenly hits me like a ruler over

the stretched out fingers. I’m in the lavatory at the courthouse.

Someone threw up on the floor. One of the older boys run like

a red thread through the protocols. My face swell up and

emerges among the accused like an archipelago of personal                                                        

information. I can see the sea from where I sit. It’s out there, evaporating

salt and decaying leaves. Most signs indicate a sudden autumn.

Born into a massive resistance I learned to keep silent in two languages.

© David Vikgren