The Languages I Don’t Yet Speak: An Introduction

Between lightning and thunder is a story. The storm
that rumbles in the distance is caught in my lungs.
How can I tell you that it is getting closer?

This room, when you are in it, devours
all of my air. Meet me, I want to say,
but the letter e is stuck in my throat.

What if we let our shapes say everything?

I found the sliver of space between you and I
at the center of a labyrinth. If I hadn’t tried
so hard to name it, would the space still move?

 

About Mary Kibbe

Mary Kibbe is a writer and massage therapist living in Portland, Oregon.
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