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Photograph and diagram by Pablo Alvarado



ers) danc



and if i
could, is
sue,
from my lip
s (tempt
them not, my fickle
facebuds) a word,
a sound (so
journed; rest
ing on the bench
es of my whites), i
t would be (crystal
line, resonant, life-
changing, erra
tic,
hush
ed, sus
urr
ate
d, in
explic
able, violent,) soft (ever
-changing-
meaning, ever
-staying-
the-same) like you
r fingers (which
are more
than fing
ers) danc
in
g alon
g the in
c
line o
f m
y j
aw

(when you
call me
y
our sweet, an
d i forge
t i am not
honey);
it wo
uld no
t be some
thing
un
lik
e lo
ve

by Karen Mezentsef