Updated: May 15
There are millions of words teeming around
in my nether-wherevers,
all jockeying for position to get onto the next page.
They don't always follow a strict kind of order;
some gone and have jumped ahead;
some never made it in time and then
I have to go
looking for them.
For the most part, though, they are generously cooperative.
But not all.
Some words make me change the ones that came before.
Some words that got the good seats first make me abandon the ones I thought would come later.
Some words lead me to a place I have not thought of yet.
Sentences to nowhere.
Sometimes I have to wait for a long time to see the words that come and finish the trip.
Other times I have to thank them for their effort, and wipe them clean.
They teem noisily, btw.
Banging into each other.
Some are very rude.
Some of the rude ones elbow the rest aside and barge onto the page.
Many times, the ones that come later make them move out.
“You were just using me,” the rude ones accuse as they exit.
I nod because they are right.
Still I sit, unmoved by their complaints, and wait impatiently for the next spill.