so, i was brushing my teeth this morning, when suddenly, i spotted them.
all those lost words, peering down at me from that rickety, old shelf. their dark, little eyes dripping blackest ink on the tip on the back of my blackwet tongue. eyes electric with the rustle of leaves, just waiting for a chance to jump down and surprise me with a moment of childish clarity. eyes like the silverslick bodies of minnows turning in an instant the same direction…
