Making Mute

Within the womb I would have heard her as she carried me. Her mother tongue caressing and dark. Ur language was the mass that filled my ears, stopped my mouth, removed to muteness.

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Taking the body of my mother, I carry her weight – she carried me.

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Her tongue is a soil of words. Soiled words.

My mother’s tongue is heavy, it could bury me.

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I take out her tongue.

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Taking out her tongue, I carry her body – she carried me.

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I take out her tongue.

Take out the language of my self.

Take myself apart.

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This aggressive, loving act of making mute.

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