anakephalaiosasthai
Talking
for a whole day.
Pulling words
out of a stranger’s mouth
scooping them up and
into bottles and
twisting on a cap.
( Why are these paragraphs important?
What makes them so special?
Oftentimes it is
nothing and nothing
but that’s not really the point.
Try anyway. )
…
Jammed.
Again.
“Dammit.
Come on.
Come out.
Fit together.
Sit there beside each other and
make sense.
Just make sense is all I’m asking.”
…
Here’s the thing. I’ve got all these word bottles rattling around in here and some of them I gathered and some of them were just dropped off.
Word bottles
fetch a price but they
don’t have labels
they just
hold words.
So it’s hard
to tell them apart
and it’s hard to keep
them closed and it’s hard
to decide which
to dump out
and which to
dump out
and
fill back up with
yourself.
It’s hard to break yourself up into words for a bottle you found on a dirt...