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Cassie Lewis-Getman

I Am



Like a newborn

outraged by the paradox

                       of birth

Dispensed from the universe

sightless, dumb

made of raw sound. We learn parts of speech – gently

bandage our hands.

Syntax is like dance and only happens in context,

you can’t write it down. Before a mountain

there’s a voice you love.

Don’t enlist a machine,

just love it

and the ghost inside will let you speak your name.

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