A short story published in Swink (a now defunct literary journal known publishing high-quality experimental fiction), “forget language” deconstructs what it means to embody and think in an uprooted and uprooting (read: problematized) language.
the first parts of a language to go are the idioms. you’re no longer going in circles with your spouse about the politics of plastic pink flamingoes; rather, you debate the relative merits of avian lawn decoration. when your extra-marital lover tells you that actions speak louder than words, you point out that the only action that speaks, really, is speaking itself. to the peacemakers you encounter, you admit that, yes, if you came across the first stone you would indeed toss it.