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{bura-bura} kat sanchez This began at the bending of knees, the curve of your body sitting. I looked down at you and saw the study of a language not yet yours or mine written as if to say, “I will follow.” I walked the length of a muddied field and when I looked next, you had not moved in any direction. So I learned to read in syllabary and put my mouth around the distance of a word. When you finally stretched your legs it was to invert our structure, replace the subject. And when we spoke again it was because we put our lips to the ground and went apart together, aimless. |
