I meet Yoko Tawada and ask her, “How many languages make a tongue?”

No, let me ask again. 

Where does the word live?
 

Yes, I guess nowhere is not wrong. 

Nothing asks for wrongness. 

Yes, nothing asks to be spoken. 

But we call for it anyway.
 

No, no one is named your kin. 

But you call for them anyway. 

Just try to hear this. 

Here, this. 

This heat is spreading quickly. 

This heat is spreading.

 

Quickly. 

Did you catch it?