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the secret language of my grandmother
and my great aunts, her four sisters
as a young girl i didn't know

i can't remember the sounds
a fuzzy image in my head of the past
they're sitting around a kitchen table
a big family gathering
boisterous, loud, raucous
hands expressing people laughing and arguing

the men upset over i don't know what
they're not understanding
imploring my grandmother and her sisters
to tell them
to tell them what they're saying

they do not
they never do
it was their secret language
it gave them power and
control over the men

the secret language
August 2016

Inspired by the prompt 'language' at StudioPause's writing pause. We had just talked about a collection of short Armenian films, and I had shared that I first found out that my father's mother was half Armenian just ten years ago.