Inadvertently I passed the border of her teeth and swallowed br her agile tongue. It lives inside me now, like a Japanese fish. It br brushes against my heart and my diaphragm as if against the walls br of an aquarium. It stirs silt from the bottom. br She whom I deprived of a voice stares at me with big eyes br and waits for a word. br Yet I do not know which tongue to use when speaking to br her – the stolen one or the one which melts in my mouth from an br excess of heavy goodness.