We pounce on words and somehow red turns blue
We pounce on words and they pile up into books, literature, not literature, mortgages, advertisements, curfews, claims of love, claims of hate, report cards, the price of bananas, instructions for an electric toothbrush, speed limits, a history of Atwater Beach
Which of these words deserves coronation and which the guillotine?
Words, rolling around in the stream of understandings and mis-understandings, which they forge, makes it hard to know
But isn’t that the game?