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Jurt, she

“Jurt,” she

curtly spurts out

and stops

not knowing if

she’s going to

continue to

speak unknown tongues

or if

this emanation, this

interjection,

spoken on strange

impulse,

is Icelandic

or Bosnian

or Serbian,

and if

the middle one

how not the last,

when they both mean

the same thing, yurt.

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francis-scudellari

American

Published: Jan 30, 2011
LinesWords: 2051

Notes: This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 License.

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