[ToC]

 

MIGRANT SPEECH

Sarah Escue

 

tilt of summer
face full of flies

my mind            unwinds
sheds                    as a serpent
my illness           can’t be held
can't bleed          but rather ripens
rots                       like speech                              

now the wind             
now shadowplay on pavement

i want a name
for everything—         why

my tongue         unhinges
pries     from the dry throats of strangers     sound                                              

i mispronounce my name
those simple syllables
but still re-         assemble this body
each mourning

perhaps i am stronger              than the ground           i was cut from

 

 

 

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