Michelle Naka Pierce: Excerpt from Beloved Integer, Part 2

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I hear the syllable, a unit of language I often ignore, I
suppose. I hear beauty but am suspicious of my
wanting to hear beauty.

Am I writing a language that we love with?

Forgetfulness is necessary. I privilege some details
over others because complete memory would be fatal.
Is all data disposable?






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