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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

David Colodney

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We're too complicated, she says
repeating somos demasiado complicados
torn between two tongues

our tongues touch
quivering kisses
small talk, makeshift Spanglish

our lives unravel with each word.
I taste her mouth a last time
adios, mi vida – the last siren

syllables I half hear
I whisk my fingers across her hands
a deaf man tracing lines on roadmap

palms. She touches my face
twists her hair,
words drifting
through our abandoned atmosphere.