Not my Native Tongue- Heather Christie
January 1, 2012, 2:33 am
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I would love to undress you.
I suspect underneath
the zipper you are
no less than gold
that you emit a fat
bold light. That in sleep
you curl up completely,
a red plastic fish.
Look at you flickering.
And it means you are stubborn.
It means you are constant.
It means your little dance.
If I spoke Russian, dearest,
I would say to you
From whom did you receive a letter?
Who was wearing a pretty dress?
What’s new? What does this word mean?
What are you writing?
What happened?
Nothing to live on.
I feel like sleeping.
You feel like sleeping.
We feel like going to the movies.

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