entanglement

when the rhythm of these lines|halts
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in a moment of contemplation, you realize articulating every curve of your body had been assumed.

without a common language, or at least a nonnative tongue, even the most simple utterances become careful exercises in self expression.

will he understand this description in English? does the word queer really translate? or another more insidious question: what kind of body do I want to be?