The parties agree that ███████████████████████

occurring between █████████ and █████ at the ██████████████████

shall be referred to, if at all, as the matter.
The payment, made without admission,

compensates for ████████████████████

and for such future ████████ as may arise

from remembering in public.
I covenant not to disparage. I covenant

not to discuss, publish, hint, imply, confirm,

in any forum, format, or medium now existing

or yet to be invented, the ████████████

the █████████ the how it smelled the ████

the sound the door made the ██████████
The deed is governed by the laws of the state.

The state was not in the room. The room

is not a defined term. The room defines me.
I sign where the tab says sign here.

The ink is mine. The hand is mine.

The name is the one my mother gave me

and it goes on being mine after signature,

and the mouth is mine, and the nights are mine,

and clause after clause holds beautifully
except in dreams, which are not a forum,

except in poems, which are not a medium,

except at kitchen tables among women

where the matter, unreferred to, sits with us

drinking its tea, familiar as a sister,
because you cannot deed a bell unrung.

You bought the clapper. The bronze remembers.

Strike anywhere near me and I sound.