impetus.
that is how you served me.
your fingers, uninvited & ravenous guests
upon my body
urged the fury to rise in my blood
& the straightness to return to my spine
a new language took up residence
upon my tongue
its grammar based around the structure
of the word “no”
its endless vocabulary words, whose etymologies
trace back to “I love myself”
its vowel sounds, a sonorant echo of
my desperate cry “you are unwelcome here”
4/15/17
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