on what I didn’t hear you say
the
first time you bilabial epiglottal tuning forked against my ear, there were voiced gutturals all
around. they said if i transparencied a bird & you classifier inflected a fish, then where would
we retroflex gloss a nest? as if predispositioning palatal feathers among the skinned wasn’t
mechanical aspect enough, they said, i had to go & visual static a girl with scales.
when i bilabial your plosives, you
fric frica fricative alveolar coronal my laminal & post-uvular-epiglottal. when i retroflex your
dorsal, you labial-palatal the voiced against my gutteral, never voiceless or nasal-stopped.
when i plosive plosive your epiglotto-pharyngical, we are bilabial & sometimes labiodental.
oralize me. eyebrows up me. plosive plosive until my wernicke’s clench.
we graft
each other linguistically. reduplicate inheritance, combine our recessives into classifiers that
inflect. later, when consonants gloss, we will both become Beulah, apocryphal, encoding
predicates past our critical period. you are fluent in me only in skipped generations. i can
preserve you only if learned outside of school.
they half-tongue us not to reproduce.
we are too queer & differently broken. our epidemic should stop here. you must implant to
fit in, they tell you. there is no implant for me. you & i must not implant for moral reasons.