there is something about letters that pulls me to the surface. shows me a portal to every world. something about spelling out the film i keep over my eyes, rotating this heart, probing a library. alphabet soup feeds my soul. Nothing like seeing the bookends of a word curve around their center. nothing like the edges of the words sharp and knife. i feel every sentence on my tongue, bitter or sweet or bittersweet, shivering or sighing or cringing when necessary. too many p’s or g’s in a row. necessary. doesn’t that word make you feel like you’ve left your homework? forgotten something important? doesn’t important bring your mind straight to rushing, the seasons, that friend you’ve butt dialed countless times, the one person you can’t stop thinking about? there is something about the alphabet that forms & breaks me.