How many sobs in parking lots before sun lugged above horizon?
I. It is called unspeaking. Using the voice of hands and of moans and fingertips against lips. The screaming keening of bashing one's head against the console, of breaking one's hand slamming it in a door. This is unspeaking. This is what language becomes when words black out, when no speech lives, when there is … Continue reading Unspeaking
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