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The summer she turned seven

they gave her a wooden pencil case

with a pencil and eraser.

 

The pencil, so she could gnaw the lead

until she found the vagus nerve

of the word.

 

The eraser, to erase the word

before she could say it.

Good Manners

Sharon Dolin, translation from
the Catalan written by Gemma Gorga

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