Words that squirm
Sometimes words are magnets stuck to your heart
in melody, prophesy, promise:
true or false.
Sometimes words are puff-balls on weedy-stalks:
whispering things that blow away
on a breath.
Sometimes words make points that hurt:
bitter rusty knives that jab
and scar.
Words behave like viruses – mutate, transform, disguise.
Sometimes they mean the opposite of what they meant
before.
And sometimes
these eels, these words that squirm with life
come leaping from your mouth
in love.
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