unspoken_words pony I wonder if he realizes that it isn't just foreign languages that I can understand. He speaks Spanish in front of me and I know exactly what he says. He says nothing in front of me and I know exactly what he speaks. 251220 ... raze each thought that's failed to part my lips or fallen apart on my fingertips must have a mausoleum to call home. and if i could retrieve all those words i've failed to weave, parse blood from bone and guts from gristle, the poems i'd piece together out of what's been lost or thrown away would keep me fed until my teeth are nothing but deathless tools that have outlived their caretaker and my tongue is torn and too timid to tell a soul what it's seen. 251220 what's it to you? who go blather from