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We talk like poetry

But our voices hold no meaning.

And our faces fade into the text.

“How are you feeling?”

But we talk like poetry.

So you say.

You never say much.

We talk of meaning

in poetry of all things

Where voices hold meaning

So we think

“How are you feeling?”

“ça va”

So you say

As if French may mean more.

I want to find meaning

by talking in poetry

where my voice will take flight

Into pages of text

Where others’ faces fade

“How are you feeling?”

I don’t know much else.