Je suis nerveuse

teeth buried under the plaque

which my dentist nags at me to clean,

chattering around

nails under the cuticles

that were shorn off by Viko,

encapsulated by a beautiful

star pattern, and 

a turquoise which competes

with the seas.

hand adorned by the 

rings and other things,

hovering over the 

page which has been dog-eared

for its

word, translation.

book, covered with the

bridge that razes the barrier

of the words, sounds, and clicks

that roll off our mother tongue.