This is my daughter, my mother says : I understand her. The person she is
introducing me to : vague shape of a person, perhaps made up
of broken seashells : the sound of fractured edges toned
into some melodic hum : the ringing
of a singing meditation bowl. Or else : some overripe blackberries,
the weight of themselves squishing each other, leaving behind
a trail of blackberry juice. It matters not : the person has no face
of incredulity. No shock that I do not look like my mother. No darting eyes back and forth
between the two of us : searching for proof. I have languaged myself into someone
with more perfect ears : someone who can hear truths in a different tongue.
The figure tries to speak :
a swarm of bees : a crash of waves :
