Prologo

  At some point in this poem
you’ll notice I’m a foreigner

Even if I had been living in
London for a long time
- which is not the case -
at some point, you would
notice it anyway
It’s inevitable, I can’t escape

At some point, my grammar
will slip, my coherence will fail
my vocabulary will cease
and I will hit the language
barrier: full stops won’t let me pass

At some point, I will choose
the wrong word. I will make
a bad use of something
perhaps I won’t even
know what it is. An expression
A saying. A quiz

At some point, If you are not
a foreigner, like I am
I will sound a bit different
to your ears. There will be
something unnatural about my
constructions, my connections
my continuity

At some point, I will write
something odd. Something
weird, that you normally don’t hear

At some point

Maybe now?
I don’t know. You tell me.

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