What do I do
with the I here,
with the voice here,
with an other
who is just me;
yet, not as well?
For so long now,
I have written
into my life
out of my life;
I know myself
as different,
something other
than what I write.
Someone must breathe
behind these words,
must speak slowly
to understand.
What is being
sotto voce?
Am I speaking?
Or listening?
What tight constraints
must be applied
in order to say
that I am here?
(January 7, 2026)
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