If I am buried
if secret or angry or voiceless
a flight of rage and love
labeled sister or daughter or lover or girl
friend in a whirlwind of epithets

which are True Names?
can you steal half a soul?

I Keep even the Consonants that are -not-
and liCK the envelope
Cling to those translated and bacK
lost in syllables once more Carved to fit in where I paperCut my tongue

at least there's solace
in the scraps of a nest.

forget parroting.
if I leap
let me die in pidgin
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