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Foreign Wife Elegy
My language has its own world where he doesn't know how to live, but he should learn my language; then he can call my mother to say that I am dead. I drive too fast and someone else drives too fast and we crash on the icy road. The death sweeps me away. He can tell this to my mother if he learns my language. Her large yellow voice travels and hits his body, but at least she knows that I am dead, and if I die, I want him to tell my mother with his deep voice shaking.