Bilingualism
A poem by Lucia Cherciu
Bilingualism
Translanguaging: we kiss
in all the languages we know.
I have a different personality
in each language I speak.
Everyone around me is so much smarter
in French.
My love language
is dusting.
Traveling home after four years:
can’t wait to see what ancestral memories
I recover in Romanian.
Fear: will somebody correct my Romanian
when I go home?

About the Author:
Lucia Cherciu is the author of six books of poetry, including Immigrant Prodigal Daughter (Kelsay Books, June 2023) and Train Ride to Bucharest (Sheep Meadow Press, 2017), which was the winner of the Eugene Paul Nassar Poetry Prize. Her work was nominated multiple times for a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Her poems appeared in “Poetry,” “Antioch Review,” and elsewhere. Her web page is http://luciacherciu.webs.com.
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November 7, 2023 at 1:10 PM
“My love language
is dusting”!! Love it. Mine must be sweeping. Or laundering.
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November 7, 2023 at 2:47 AM
Mais oui!
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