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I don’t know what it means. Maybe it was a song once. Maybe it was a name. The syllables land in my chest like coins in a dry fountain. Mtrjm. A translator. Kaml. Whole. Complete.

I point at my chest. Then at hers. Then I make a fist and open it slowly—a flower, a bomb, a heart. warm bodies mtrjm kaml

But moans are just words that forgot their shape. I don’t know what it means

“What did you say?” she whispers.

We are the same wrong thing, finally correct. warm bodies mtrjm kaml