Telegram – by Natalie Susak
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Telegram – by Natalie Susak

In this language / I am trying / to carve / a home / for us.

This old wind / raises my hair / to my face / grazes the hair / of my arm.

Molim, I say, the way / they taught me / with tongue stopped / at the end.

I hate / to beg, but / when I search for words / I call to them / as if over

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