yes, of course, this is
merely the lisp of lips,
a slip, not apocalypse--
only the clumsy glamor
of Telugu scripting round
tripping slow, deliberate.
Daughter to my mother
and to mother's mother
whose words were fated
to immigrate too. I am
stuttering, I hear kinship
knocking, coming on in.
_
merely the lisp of lips,
a slip, not apocalypse--
only the clumsy glamor
of Telugu scripting round
tripping slow, deliberate.
Daughter to my mother
and to mother's mother
whose words were fated
to immigrate too. I am
knocking, coming on in.
_
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