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+date: 2019-12-26
+weight: 6
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+<div class="verse">When I speak, the words drip from my tongue as ink,
+and form writing on the ground,
+and I leave a trail behind me,
+and the ink stains your feet,
+and when you walk, words and phrases and sentences are pressed into the soil,
+and the ink breathes life into the plants,
+and even the grass will flower,
+and the bees will flourish,
+and they will both sting you and provide you with sweet honey.
+
+The ink stains my chin and my clothes.
+&nbsp; Sometimes, I speak into my hands and stain my cheeks as well.
+&nbsp; &nbsp; I speak against my fingers and press them into my flesh until I am covered in rosettes.
+&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I stretch my hands to the sky and marvel at how black they are.
+&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; And as with the grass, where the ink stains, growth quickens, and I am covered in soft fur.
+&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I fall to all fours and hunt amid the rocks and the buildings, between cars and along trails.
+&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; And when I am full, I curl up to sleep, and awake human once again.
+&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; My skin is clean and my mind is clear,
+
+and I cannot speak.</div>