speaking in tongues.

No.
No.
No.
No.
No.

Non.
Jo.
Nein.
Ni hea.
Hapana.

Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.

Oui.
Po.
Si.
Kylla.
Ndio.

Language.
My favorite gift from God.
Or one of them.
I wish I could speak eloquently.
I wish I was poetic.
Even if I dislike most poetry.
But maybe that's for a reason-
Being poetic isn't something paltry.
So-
Here's to the poets, the real ones.
Here's to my God, it's a terribly incredible gift,
Language.