Dear Language, I don’t Love you as much as I love this world.

Dear Language, you clothe My nakedness only to reveal Other kinds of nakedness.

Dear Language, I must tell You that there are days when I can do perfectly without you.

Dear Language, I like you When you are lean & threadbare, With ravenously shining eyes.

Dear Language, if you
Didn’t exist, would I Have invented you?

Dear Language, I hurl You occasionally at the yawing Gulf that separates you and me.