the language of us

the language i spoke best was you
i memorized your vocabulary
flashcards flipped to the definition
my tongue tripped easily over your syllables
i knew all your rules.
i knew how to break them.
i ran my fingers over your pages
and buried my nose in your spine
to discern your particular scent.
when slow southern combinations fell,
i thrilled to the sound.

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