On Words
I keep choosing words that don’t fit.
Not because I don’t know better ones.
Because the first ones are too strong.
They say too much.
And still not the right thing.
The words have to mean something.
Just the right kind of something.
Sometimes I think about reading this back and not feeling what I felt when I wrote it.
Like the feeling leaves after I’ve named it, and I hate that feeling.
I do that in real time too.
Too fast.
Too soon.
So I wait.
I wait to see which word grows roots.
I overthink the names of things.
Of everything..of everything.
Maybe that’s effort.
J