The Black Napkin Volume 1 Issue 4 | Page 41

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unoxidized,

you are quiet.

Patient.

Patiently waiting for the tectonic plates to shift,

for the earth to rotate:

backwards.

So up can be down.

So soil can air.

So, in this room full of

people talking,

you can be a

people talking

with your mother tongue behind your

clenched teeth,

clenched,

clenched and grinding down to bleeding gums,

pouring from your beating heart

through your veins

like a tremor.