Line up all my relatives. Kristin in a dream – whose voice is that? High and girlish on the phone mail. Who <u>is</u> that?
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None of this material was ever here.
None of these objects can be licked.
None of this writing can be read.
None of this talking can be heard.
I know I am halting. I know I am making it invisible.
I know I am policy, relying on the policy.
Wishing for a voice.
Wishing for a voice.