Without Words
Marriott Wardman Park, Room 4092, Washington, DC
I am never without words. They fill me daily, even as I expel them. I carry inside of me a swarming mass of them, sometimes with a couple of them twisted together so I can't tell one from the other. I draw them onto pages. I draw them out into the open. I sing them to myself or my yard, to my dogs dazed by the sound of them. I move letters around on the screen until I see them even if they are not there. I write them down onto a screen so they w...
I am never without words. They fill me daily, even as I expel them. I carry inside of me a swarming mass of them, sometimes with a couple of them twisted together so I can't tell one from the other. I draw them onto pages. I draw them out into the open. I sing them to myself or my yard, to my dogs dazed by the sound of them. I move letters around on the screen until I see them even if they are not there. I write them down onto a screen so they w...
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