I wish I could take language
And fold it like cool, moist rags.
I would lay words on your forehead.
I would wrap words on your wrists.
“There, there,” my words would say-
Or something better.
I would ask them to murmur,
“Hush” and “Shh, shh, it’s all right.”
I would ask them to hold you all night.
I wish I could take language
And daub and soothe and cool
Where fever blisters and burns,
Where fever turns yourself against you.
I wish I could take language
And heal the words that were the wounds
You have no names for.
-”Words For It,” Julia Cameron
it is 70 degrees outside; i played in chacos and short sleeves all day, skin glistening in the surprising springlike sun. the above words spoke to me, touched my heart. i am going to think about them for a while…
