There are words hanging off the walls of my throat, their little fists buried deep in its footholds. Anchored. "You're so close", I tell them, "climb higher, just a little further now. The world will make such wonderful use of you."
- Later: I imagine the words standing on my tongue, blinking and stretching and squint-smiling at the sun.
(The first encounter; when my words met the world... Hello...)
It is good that you have begun posting again, Megan. Let the words out; let them pop out of you and onto the screen.
ReplyDeleteYou are so, so talented. Never forget that.
Thank you, Ms. P.
ReplyDeleteWould you email me your address? I'd love to write you.