Dew says it so perfectly dewish here.

Context: My brain is, again, stubborn lint and my words have left me for someone skinnier with perfectly tweezed eyebrows.

When I’m feeling particularly useless, I type random words into my Gmail search and read the regurgitated chat archives. It was April 10, 2006 and Sg33k had sent that very first email. I bounced this off of a friend and said, “He seems literate” (ya, Miss-fucking-pretentious was I). That throw-away line was a little piece of flint, and while it’s not going to burn down the house, at least it gave off a bit of smoke today.

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“He seems literate”

Famous first words.

Before clever funny words

And what are we words

And I think this is going somewhere words

And when are you going to words

And then I Do words

Into pet words

And silly words

No words

Never angry words

Just grateful words

Just “I am so fucking lucky” words

Thank God words

And when I have no words

He brings words

To write this story.

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