inflection

I have never
been comfortable
hearing my name
spoken in my
native tongue

something about the way
the consonants are softened
the vowels drawn out
how it becomes
less of a statement
and more of a question
the kind I have
difficulty answering

but when I imagine
your sleep laced voice
whispering my name
in Khmer
I know
my answer
will always be
“yes”

untitled

the words
have been
hidden away
in my head
for so long
never examined
never spoken
my vocabulary
handicapped
bound
by obligation
to family
religion
society

I have run
out of words
to use
out of reasons
to stay silent

my heart knows
it is time
for loosing the binds