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Things I Couldn’t Say to You in English

Jun. 8, 2009
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Way of good drowning.

Eye of yours speaking truths we afraid admitting.
Many elephant weights what you are meaning to me.

If you were not being real, I still am accepting you being existence.

Full of forget of sounds.

Mine of ten is not replacing being yours.
More no to want self other.
Close with you can’t not thinking.

Knowing never if you are voice to hear.

Being happy you no self life outing.
Five of eighty hand holdings church pew in.

When gone bones hug.

Space empty, left me

from you.

Jessica Tucker’s publications include "Art of Writing," "Thassophobia," and the "UWM Literary Circular." 

She  currently interns at The Cream City Review. 


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