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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.



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