you can call me boots.

“Let me loose in you, but not to be lost: loose like a wanderer, as I am among words, drifting back and forth over your breaths and rhythms, your syllables, your punctuation. It is cliché to say I want to learn the language of you. To invert and to subvert and to somehow make you rattle with the thrum of new possibility, to shake and then still in just one stanza.”

This is one of the pieces I most enjoyed writing, and though it’s extremely short, it’s one I am extremely proud of. It is, of course, about love and language and the (inevitable) conflation of the two. I had a lot of fun writing it.

You can find it here at Used Furniture Review.