LINGUA / ZUNGE
The meniscus is the thing, not the appearance of the meniscus.
She calls it superficial but if I were to fold her
I’d fold her like water folds three big boots and a blackened dam.
Her legs are barbarian, her folds a trick.
The verb does not conjugate — it remains a tongue.
I am a mother tongue
I is a social tongue
I are a tongue
calcium fold and rich and the word.
He straightens the fold and my bent words grow.
I am an uncertain fold. But a tongue. And a tongue.
