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The body creates the voice, so
anything unsaid lives in me like that.
Sometimes an engine, sometimes like
light. No one tells you the good part,
how it feels to hold a secret in your
chest. Chores at the dark start of a
day, body made warm by work. “Crickets,”
people say and they mean “silence.”
Listen, they’re singing all the time.