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I know why
The words won’t fall out
Of your mouth
As easily as the air
In the first days you cannot yet
…predict (how I will tame each)
…drop, oil, tear(,)
…welcome the scent of morning
…sigh
Grotesque is a learned experience and absurdity is an
acquired taste
//Bawdy and body are not the same when you see them captured
in lines and circles
Against the white sheet//
I know enough about the funk shun
Of word and lengua to trust;
Silence is my first language.
There are so many ways to tell me
you don’t know
until you come close
go blind;
put your hand on the braille
of desire and tell me
what your fingertips find.
