Haven't we seen their eyes 
follow our mouths forming 

around words; then wait to hear 
how or when we might trip or 

break? This is the way we learn 
that to speak is always 

revelation of our sacred 
silences; the tongue making

its way through mine-
fields and graves, its care

mistaken for deficiency
or meaningless delay.

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