Tongue Full of Air — The City That Speaks in Texture
Stomari • A Speculative Poem Cycle • Process & Drafts
⟡ Tongue Full of Air
Morning opens its hand.
The street steps into light
the way bread steps into warmth—
slow, certain, fragrant.
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