Thoughts of words and snows  

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Words are like snow. Duplicitous. Empty and uncarved, so, paradoxically full of possibility. Arbitrary and laden with meaning. He sees me as nothing more than a scrambled dictionary. An assemblage of words; lacking coherence, not harnessing verbs. I'd think about arranging myself linearly or in an alphabetical order if I thought i'd make more sense. But maybe I just am who I am. A woman made from words. They've become my identity, my ice barrier, even my shibboleth.

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