January 12, 2023 - “Words and what they mean” by Elizabeth Lerman

It doesn’t happen right away. It takes a while for you to make me feel like I am starving, like I am never hungry, but then when I eat, I can never get full. You didn’t rearrange me until I let you and I always forget, but when I make myself remember, when I read back things that were said somewhere they could not be swallowed, I want to scream — see, you started it, but I’m not sure who to scream it at. I want to say to someone, mostly you, if you would sit still and listen, that, actually, there is no mystery here, no unfueled, unrequited wanting — only response and reaction, hooks, lines and several sinkers, really, only words and what they mean.