literate or illiterate, weaver of dresses or boots.
eyes, smell, skin. your words in her knapsack, even
though she breathes next to you. your failure to
imagine, indecipherable. hunger vacant with foghorns,
a missing protein, thread.
when i can no longer listen to her words, i pluck out
the vowel sounds and pin them to the clothesline
outside my window, watch their heart beats wickedly
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