oh teita, the language the english no it understand tongue of you. and no can ii feed you these the morsels from mouth of me. language of me the arabic half-chewed. oh teita, let me i try and i fail to fit languages of us in each other.
seen i face of you split open by riot laughter. the spit it falls without grace fromlips of you thins. complexion of you light; skin of you wrinkled but healthy;flecks olive they try to jump from folds of the corners of the eyes of you. can ifind in the mirror eyelids of you the heavy. eyelashes of you. the echo of thenose of you. sometimes, i split open face of me with spoon, tool blunt &wrong. i want from you for you to bleed from in me into the sink, so that can i iask these the questions sprinkled you in lungs of me. i cough out them, alwaysin the time the wrong. i laugh. soil of the grave falls it without grace from lipsof me.