Transmute

I want ink stains on my mouth
as proof,
and wax under my fingernails;

I want to be able to mispronounce you
and mention you in all the wrong places;

I want you to be written, like
an easy word;

I want my lips sealed
and inky fingers - as proof;

I want to translate you into fifty-seven languages,
to use you in unusual contexts,
to graffiti you on underground trains;

I want to tattoo you on my left buttock,

and to be able to stick out my blue tongue
as proof that I spoke you first.