some things never run out;
my poverty, for instance...
—Tim Dlugos
The fun thing about words is not knowing what they
mean and using them anyway.
Although that sentence
could be—clearly is—retribution for my bitterness
after being told that “one shouldn’t use a word unless
one knows what it means.”
Words are innocent,
carry no charge. It’s
the mouth behind each word
that inflates or ignites or disinterests said word,
that then has potential, perhaps ‘carries a charge’....
I’ve received both ways: electric breath and flopless
fish breath. And I
can honestly say that it’s (practic-
ally) impossible to volley with a dead fish.
I never fail to flush with embarrassment, however,
when told straightforwardly that my breath has
quite a charge. But that’s the thing with electricity.
And, given the relative wealth of many executives
in the electric industry (and various other power
industries), perhaps I should consider charging.
By the word, would it be?
If so, I can ensure
that I’d be executive material in no time flat.
