lost languages

perhaps my parents could not
find a place that taught khmer
or perhaps they wanted me
to appreciate my chinese roots, but

mandarin lessons are torture
when you neither speak
nor understand the language
and especially when you are
nine years old

two years of weekend classes
and i only remember one phrase:
wo bu zhidao
don’t ask what it means
i’d just tell you
“i don’t know”

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