Sometimes

i think

there are only so many words in the English language
and every day we go
reaching into that bag and
stringing them together as it pleases us
for making pretty things
or shiny things
or sharp things that should be worn with care -
although we all know we like the way it feels
to wind them on regardless of the spikes
and points
and edges on the glass
that the tide has not yet worn smooth
and given back to us in safety -
we like the way it feels.
and so we line them up
one by one
just so
and watch the needle dip and flash
and we wear them – proudly
and privately
and with brave and wild disregard for the dangers
we wear them.
out into our days
we wear them.

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