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badwords
Poems
Mar 28
Split Tongues
You speak
in linen threads,
crease the page
with careful weight.
I write
like a wire frays—
all snap
and static.
You linger.
I lunge.
You plant quiet seeds.
I strike the flint
and call it bloom.
We are not
the same instrument.
Your hush
doesn’t dull my clang.
My heat
doesn’t melt your frame.
There is no prize
for loudness.
No shame
in restraint.
But still,
we each mistook the other
for the reason to stop.
As if difference
were subtraction.
As if one voice
could ever
void another.
Let’s not play
at vanishing.
Let’s speak
in split tongues—
you in dusk,
me in flame—
and let the echo
be richer
for it.
You know who you are.
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