bryht mouth
we wanted to be perfect in our sounds
so our mouths and the gods’ agreed in our cars
we found foilage on our tongues
driving cocodrilos and crocodiles to market
found milk instead of miracles
ax and ask
rose/ruse
unclear nuclear
worn war
bridd and hros went bird went horse
wnt wether
now h/ow they flew
beortly
bryhtly
they glloped awy
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Author photograph courtesy of Eleni Sikelianos