There is rhythm in your tongue
but I did not place it there.
I watch your lips in rapt attention
as if they were actors in a film.
I ask you
What language would you speak
if you wished to be forgotten?
You think for a moment
as your lips tremble.
Your eyes blink
and you have gone
so far away.
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