Flower Recites Makes News

It had been three months since the start of my ritual and there finally came results. All the evenings of hushed monologue in the living room. Surely the people living upstairs listened to my questions, personal confessions, and threats from their beds that I had made myself believe they had fallen asleep in so that I could conduct trails for making linguistic breakthroughs with Mr. Flower. For the latter half of January I went to school early every morning, ate between classes at the cafeteria, and when classes ended in the afternoon I returned home to make dinner, bathe, and wait for Mr. Flower to feel comfortable, and then, sitting with her in the living room, speaking a mix of English and Nyaa and using my body like she did in efforts to stumble upon a single solid meaning/movement pair. I labored until past midnight and was sent to bed each night with a heavier sense of the whole thing being a waste of time, I tucked myself in nearly crying every night, to think of a world where communication between species is just impossible, with no exceptions. So is what I was beginning to believe as each night brought nothing but giggles falling through the ceiling, but I was wrong!
Mr. Flower sat as usual, whether on the couch or on the tv or on the window ceil, that minx thing she does, eyes wide, forward (that’s how I could tell I was never wasting my time, you can see learning happening, a tugging at the edges of her pupils, and you can tell frustration when you see it, even easier.) Mr. Flower suddenly stopped my story of a girl in class I wanted to meet (it was always a girl in class then) by uttering these words: …Nya-aa kya-ch raeih… I couldn’t believe my ears! I spilled out the door, frightened, as I remember, then I turned around and darted back into the living room to Mr. Flower, like gold with gold fur she was there! and before I could speak, she began reciting something from Allen Ginsberg on tape, the one I always play, …units of mind thought, which is another element that comes in when your writing, cause your notation of what your saying is a notation of what you speak but its also, really, if you’re writing silently at a desk, a notion of thoughts in your mind, not what you spoke at all, but the thoughts.