By Defne Yavuz

If sounds could live I would like mine

to live in a nice house with white walls and a flat roof

close to the sea where the breeze carries the smell

of sea salt, sometimes.

The air would be damp just like the dirt housing the foundations.

Let the concrete find a home in foreign wetland.

Cup my hands near my chest and speak upwards so my prayer would carry.

Sometimes it’s difficult to speak and hear every woman

who spoke in the same voice first.

What is not usually spoken about

sound, is that,

it’s quite hard to remember how a sound moved up your throat

when the walls and the roof feel frigid-unfamiliar

but it was you who wanted to move in, it was you.

The guilt in your roots is the only thing truly yours,

Because you knew the foundations would sink deep.

If instead you’d built the house in your body,

The sounds would find home in your chambers.

The sounds, if they could speak, would say something

you couldn’t understand

(you never really learned the mother tongue).

It would sound familiar

And maybe you’d reply

(you can still reply)

Cadence yours, welcome home.

Defne builds a powerful image of voice, identity and the house it makes.

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