All these words I’ve learned
Lose their meanings
The more I say them
Write them
I, I, I
Write the same pronoun
A thousand times
I
Think I know myself
More
Have written volumes
Of my thoughts
Feelings
But they’re all
Abstractions
Apple, apple, apple
The word is not it
Bite into it
Break the waxy red skin
With your teeth
Taste the sweet white inside
With your tongue
You, you, you
I do not know you
Look at you
Even listen to you
And write the words you say
But still no
Until you’ve come close
We embrace
Look into each other’s eyes
Fall in
Table, table, table
No
Rap your knuckles on it
Turn it over
Floor, floor, floor
No
Stomp
Water, water, water
No
Drink
Swim
Drown
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