A New Language

Kaitlinn Estevez

Hold the V in forgive, find out how far its valley goes

Become a builder to carve it out, turn it over

make it the roof of our home

Bend my body to mold to its shape

making me easier to cradle

Remember, when hiding, its arrowhead

will jab me until I look

It’s only smooth when it hangs in my mouth

Sounding it out, hitting teeth then lip, hums

                                    splitting syllables, the point to a needle that hems

I will hold it here, hidden in my cheek

                                    for as long as you need

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