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The first time I had a conversation in Italian, 

I thought I was going crazy. 


Words spilled from my mouth like a hot spring, 

Seeping up from my core. 

I didn't really know what I was saying,

I just knew 

I was being honest. 

It was sound, and secret, and meaning beyond definition.

It was terrifying, and exciting, and seemed a miracle. 

There was no thought, no pre-planning,

Just feelings, 

Some basic truth bubbling out of me.

And when the man smiled,

And nodded,

And spoke, 

I didn't understand it. 

I couldn’t have translated word for word. 

But I got it. 

It made sense, 

Some psychic message imported into me 

Knowledge watering a garden

That before had only been dust. 

I love Italian. I’m better at it now. 

But I still chase that First Conversation, 

Sipping at Greek and gulping down Mandarin, 

Excited for that moment 

When language seems to dissolve,

And magic arrives.

Holly Payne-Strange

Holly Payne-Strange (she/her) is a novelist, poet, and podcast creator. Her writing has been lauded by USA Today, LA Weekly and The New York Times. Additionally, she’s given talks on podcast creation at Fordham University and The Player’s Club.  Her poetry has been published by various groups including  RedDoor, Door Is A Jar magazine, Call me [Brackets], and Quail Bell Magazine. She would like to thank her wife for all her support. 

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