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all. ways.
when i am afraid,
there’s a flood in
my hands.
i use a moment to
adjust the tulip
in my tongue
so my words
may look at you
differently.
and when I write,
it’s so that you
and these poems have
a lot to talk about.
last night,
there was an evening
in what you said.
three times
we’ve loved.
trice you’ve been
four years of calm water, but
i, a raging storm.
when you’re afraid
i am all. ways wet
all. ways malleable
all. ways writing in
another language.
there is. this much.
fear i absorb.
leonell echa
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