I fantasize through words,
who and in which are just for us.
I wrote you a letter of meticulously
Masterfully written–from my distressed hands-
Sound, turned noise, turned
Spaces in between alphabet, begat from
Noise begat from whispers that we tell ourselves.
What’s in a name that gives physical structures an Identity?
Original from the rest, begat from the rest.
I fantasize about words
Turned into action, turned into distressed captured moments
of life we believe are truths.