07-11-2017
we didn’t always have a name for it, dagger, the concept of jaggedness, that something could be jagged and not cloud-edged, not dagger, probably a gesture at first, a grunt, and then just as a proto-dictionary arrived probably the word for dependable, until seeds and sky and the blurred shut-eye of stars in their designated stories emerged with other antonyms like pouch and seeds in a palm, and that’s when every rock got its own name, and the friction between unlike things became delicious, and we had the field and a list of words as well as the wound, and hard rain clouds and soft pillowy clouds, several options for where a dagger could fall and rest










