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from the June 2012 issue: The Queer Issue III

Strangers

Words are imperfect signifiers 
or
a word is a perfect signifier
I don't know yet
Me and my language 
are worlds apart.
So
I'd rather not use words.
Unable to create understanding
language cannot serve as a bridge
to the heart.
You'd better not breathe a word
you might be misunderstood.
Music unplucked on the harp 
is sweeter, they say.
Don't let me get caught up in disputes,
in arguments;
you retract your words,
I will take care of mine.
Let's live like we were strangers.
June 2012
The Queer Issue III
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