we need a breathing tongue betweenis a book of many voices. Together, they sing of a family, a river, a border / of loss, and of language / a then and further then. If I could liken a book to a setting, a breathing tongue would be reclining in my grandmas backyard in a white metal chair with coiled armrests. We drink black coffee and dip sugar cubes in the overfoam. She begins a quick succession of big questions, listens carefully, then doesnt: she interrupts, asks, interrupts again. When I leave, its like I never leave, for the answers remain, somewhere between our cups and our mouths. When I do leave, I leave knowing that there, in the corner, purple hydrangeas began blooming / her jars of compote taste like usual / a cat has left a mouse in front of her window, and the lizards are out again, laying eggs in her tidy rock garden. I leave knowing she awaits the forecast every night, sitting through the big cities and far countries. She waits to know my weather and my brothers weather. Berlin and Vienna. Who needs a unison?

Format: Paperback
Published: USA, 2024
Publisher: kith books
Language: English
ISBN 13: 9798989769506