¿Llevas Crippling Anxiety?

A poem on the struggles of language learning.

Early on,
'no hablo espanol' becomes a shield.
Hide behind your ignorance.
So comfy.
You improve, and the floodgates open.
Hello, anxiety.
Trips to the supermarket
are a white knuckle ride.
Right.
She'll ask, "¿Llevas parking?"

¿Llevas parking?

But, what if?
What if she asks for specific change?
My maths is shit already.
What if she asks for a loyalty card?
What's 'loyalty card' in Spanish?
Or the state of BREXIT and our poor choices?

"Let's control the borders," said Grandad.
Clueless.

BREXIT is just,
BREXIT, right?
Breathe.

"¿Llevas parking señor?"
"No, gracias"

(Well, look at you, you bilingual god. United Nations, here we come).

Thank fuck for that.