Viruliferous
I raise my dripping hands from the ether, my fingers like a sieve.
A thousand memories swirling in my cupped palms and slipping through the spaces in between.
I am a fisherman of lies. Of people.
I catch but cannot keep the latter.
I keep but cannot catch the former.
I let my words marinate like steak
I chop them up, throw them in
it's word association
To free words I can't even think of
bound like roasts in their strings
for some reason the scissors are dull
I can't let them go
I can't let the scissors go either
this is all too much