Her hands, fluttering like a butterfly
through the air, are pronouncing sublime odes,
salutations of hello and goodbye
and other enunciations. She goads
a woman into writing poetry
about being mute and deaf and what's born
is a five part narrative piece in free
verse that details in depth the woman's scorn
for all things auditory: why use my
vocal cords and ears when I could use eyes
and hands to convey the messages I
wish to convey, she takes a deep breath, sighs,
and realizes that it's all untrue:
she'd love to use her ears like me or you.
"Sign Language" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
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