Let Me Have Your Words In My Mouth.
November 3, 2009
Bitter and metallic with a hint of sweetness. Is rust sweet? I’m irrevocably in love with your thoughts and the way your words line themselves up for an action: a stab, a twist and a surrendered palm. You exist. Your words exist and I devour them.
You do not offer salve nor quick conclusions. No balm is offered but by being close to the visceral, there is penance.
Maybe? I guess. I don’t know.
I want your courage.
