Updated: Jun 3
I love dictionary words.
The ones I haven’t learned.
The ones I get to leave behind for safe keeping.
are the ones that are mainstream enough to know
yet obscure enough to still mean what’s written.
We usually agree.
Hear each other.
The ones that haven’t been torn apart by lies and distortions.
By spirits and letters.
The ones that trick.
hold the infinite fluidity of the universe,
and as such,
for this moment they safely anchor me to
Image description: Digital painting with words. Obscured black paint strokes in background. White words tangled together. Impervious holding 'safe,' 'secure,' 'protected' in the air while the word 'love' crumples on the ground.