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This tiny fragment turns on a sounded intimacy, where a word is heard as almost belonging to "our Sue."

The page is minimal but not empty. Its energy comes from how sound produces relation, as if a word suddenly carries someone's presence inside it. The odd opening with Zem keeps the fragment private and slightly coded.

A four-line scrap that listens to a word rather than defining it: 'Not even trying Zem / The word / Sounds like / Our Sue?' The strange term 'Zem' is held up only to be heard, and what it resolves into is the familiar 'Our Sue,' the question mark leaving the recognition tentative. The fragment works by sound and possession - a private name surfacing inside an unfamiliar one.