I Never really Spoke Spanish

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I Never really Spoke Spanish


 


When I was a kid,


because of the line of work I was in,


I learned to say “boug-an-vi-ya”,


and “es-pan-u-ate.”


I was taught these words


by a man who said “chimley” and “liberry”


I still cant say “borrow,”


somehow it comes out “bar-ee”


I don’t think that is correct,


but it is as close as I can get


 


At age fourteen,


I went with a church group


To Mexico. I love Mexico. I love Mexicans.


I learned enough Spanish


to buy a coke


and to flirt with


Fourteen-year-old Mexicans,


which wasn’t hard.


 


Then, at twenty-three,


I married the first Puerto Rican


I ever met.


She spoke perfect English,


thanks to a private


school in San Juan


But she thought


and counted in Spanish.


 


A few years later,


we had a beautiful baby boy


And we thought it would be


a good idea for him to learn Spanish


 


His mother taught him


songs with Spanish words,


which I learned.


And I learned “abaho” for down,


 


 


and “vente a key” for come here


And “vaca” for cow


and “Got toe” for cat and “pet row” for dog,


and then there were two words that meant gentleman and horse


and two words that meant kitchen and sea shell


and I was always mixing them up.


 


Just recently, the Puerto Rican has been an ex for twenty years, it occurs to me,


I never really spoke Spanish,


I learned code words for


things I knew in English


And some of my code was close enough


People who speak Spanish could make it out.


 


A couple of years ago, we went


To Paris. I love Paris. I love Parisians.


We decided we wanted to go back


And this time we were going to learn French.


 


Drive Time French is a series of CDs


that offer the following:


Little is “pe tea”, unless it is


masculine, like a truck,


Truck is “cam-i-on”, and blue is “blu”


as in the sound you make when you throw up,


and new is “nu-vay”, so if you want to say


new blue little truck it is like this


“nuvay blu payteat camion.”


(try not to gag, it ruins the beauty of French)


 


of course, very few Frenchmen know this code


so on the off chance I need


to tell a lovely Parisian


about a new small blue truck,


I doubt I could, but then, in truth,


I never really spoke English, either.


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