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Breadth

Some jargon takes years to perfect.
Settlers learned to twist tongues into gutteral throws
before they ever formed the words I deflect with.

Tongues, tongues,
something about parts to play quarters on.
Something about moans or groans or
grunts and stuff. Stuffing ourselves,
almost too much.
Something about sticky breath
or morning breath
or was it the breadth between
shoulder blades?

I’m afraid I skipped the lessons
where I could have learned to wax seductive
and I don’t speak no other language than that which I
stutter.

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