not poetry.

when it cools down, my words fade with the summer haze.

I first arrived on a cool summer day like today, when my English was broken.

the fragments of my memories are not neutral, I am told. the way I string the fragments is not neutral. my memories are not neutral. I am not neutral.

I learned to string words into sentences, sentences into meaning, meaning into me.

in order to be Neutral, I have to break me. First into new words, then string words into sentences, sentences into meaning, meaning into me.

if only I knew to unbreak my English is to break me.