I get it; Spanish was not on TV
so I hid my tongue to dampen the stamp.
Language binds with a shared word. Pura–pure.
The craft to flight although noble is scored
delirium, wings a waste of math calcs
that could mend the sick. Your mind thinks on us.
Journal to develop wings and maintain
control unlike Icarus, you’ll gift earth
a shorter distance traveled. Majestic
morphs micro as we open new pathways,
learnt new tongues, sway dances and taste dishes.
This dream of eyeing more of this planet.
Grown up we understand that the mother
tongues were never a shame to hold, wield them.
About the Author
Gabriel Rubi is a SoCal native. He holds an MFA in Creative Writing from San Diego State University. He lived and died in video games, but now he is a father afraid to die. He is a poet, translator, and non-fiction writer. His work has been published or is forthcoming in Hayden’s Ferry Review, Poetry International, Gulf Stream Magazine, The Shallow Ends, The Indianapolis Review, PANK Magazine, and elsewhere. Gabriel Rubi is a 2017 Intro Journals Project Winner.