My mother's language has two words for rain —one for the kind that asks permission,one for the kind that doesn't.
I have only the one word in this language,so I have to say soft rain, hard rain,heavy rain, like I am translatingsomething that was never meant to need it.
I think this is what faith is too:one word doing the work of several,until you meet someone who grew upwith the finer version and realizehow much you have been flatteningjust to be understood.
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Mara Okonkwo20 September 2026
"Flattening just to be understood" is the whole poem in five words, and I'd almost want you to end there instead of adding the line after it — the poem's argument is complete a beat before the actual ending, and the last line is you explaining the metaphor you already built. Trust the two words for rain to have made the case; I think it's stronger one line shorter.
Kai Moreno27 September 2026
one word doing the work of several. as someone with only the one language, this made me feel the loss of the ones i don't have. gorgeous.