Together they create a sound we cannot imagine.
Thousands of them unseeable, making this dark
dense. I open my mouth to be like them,
to have something untranslatable come from my chest
into the world. I feel low to the ground and made from salt
and gravel and electrical wires. I run to Mom who is half-
dressed, her floral nightgown concealing her face. Her arms raised up
in the air. She tries walking without her eyes.
Listen, I say to her as we walk through
the doorway. Remember this, I say to myself when her gown slips
down to her chest. Her eyes are bright
and she laughs in her new way that is happy
and without meaning. Beyond us is the ocean.
Beyond that the sky.
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