Poem: Hakka by Siobhan Hodge
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I catch your name –
an outsider
snipping edges
my tongue splits,
a cracked plate
tidily pushed aside.
Your words are peeled
like tangerines,
traffic cone nouns
lead me to eat.
You roll words like
apples across the grass
to me, slow stoop
for each token:
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