words

I like to collect words.

big ones.

small ones.

stretchy feely tingly ones

words with history

scratchy and supple

words that tickle my thighs

words that feel like rubber on my lips

words that make me want to learn a new language

words that cause my heart to crack open my chest and make me bleed butterflies

I like words that free up the dusty barnacles of ignorance and excuses that make up my grief.

I like words that hold me tight and rock me to sleep.

words that make me want to cover myself in the galaxy and never let anyone bring me down.

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