“I love you” tasting bile at the back of my throat.
“Je t’aime” tasting saltiness on the inside of my cheeks
“Ich liebe dich” tasting blood on my tongue
“Ti amo” tasting defeat on my teeth
“Te ubesc” tasting betrayal on my lips
“ – the dangerous words, the padlocked words, the words that do not belong to the dictionary, for if they were written there, written out and not maintained by ellipses, they would utter too fast the suffocating misery of a solitude …” Jean Genet Introduction to “Soledad Brother – The Prison Letters of George Jackson”
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