What had satiated me? The past perfect. That tense

flexes.

How do you talk about a thing

that you don’t know how to talk about?

An experience that you don’t have words for,

that is unplaceable because it cannot find

it’s place on your palate? “I can’t

find the language,” you say. I

can’t find the words.

All I am

is here.

And right now,

I want my body back.

It is mine.

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