‘love in’ language, or ‘in love’ with language: a sloppy poem

You’ve left me bereft of words of all the words I know and the ones I don’t.   What world are we in, & what kinds of words does it possess ? Because, my friend, An absence of words— That’s no world for me at all.   If you have no world then I’m notContinueContinue reading “‘love in’ language, or ‘in love’ with language: a sloppy poem”