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[vicioushannah]

with the words you send me
a fear rises in my throat -
clawing its way up, coming out
in my dry cough-,

could our value be jeopardized
(me, and my word-children) with
the swift sweep of your
unconscious mumblings that

i'm lucky to find every
"other day".
(what, what, is day?)

and when you just
"buy a vowel", find a place for it,
don't use spell check,
do you realize that the cost
is the smallest piece of you,
added, quietly, onto your
Seoul?

babies are born and then disappear into the universe;
words are different.