Overheard Mistranslation

I hear that you used to ache

put your hands up and tried

to push out at the weight of the air.

You told them you were no one and

that you were everyone. You believed

that tricks would save you like in folk tales and there was always a way to get

out of this.

I hear that you used to ache

and that you always listened to the dying as they yelled out,

“Hey, my love, hey.” And it echoed

even as the dead left you face down in

the lake like a precious stone skipped

off with a careless toss.

I hear that you used to ache

and that you detailed seashells

but they kept jumping from your

fingertips and coming unwhole.

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