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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.

Four lines where the word Zem is almost tried, then dismissed because it sounds like Our Sue. The page is about the comic collapse of exotic vocabulary into the domestic — nothing can stay foreign if you say it out loud in this kitchen.