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written by: Jaya Avendel



I wish I had an accent
Anything to give me an edge
I do not want to cut but
I want to be remembered.

Delicate syllables and
Rough, hard utterances stand out
Each word calls attention to
Itself; each sound declares
Itself; each vowel unfurls vibrant into cold air.

I give myself an accent when
I talk to myself in elongated whispers
The tone drifts away in speech.
I am left with me

In the face of myself
I am seen as me
My ears, married to my voice
Have become deaf.
I have an accent
Perfume bottle atomizer spray
The smell is the sound of my words.

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