When you spend as much time around actors as I do
You almost start to believe in the power of words to move the universe. Or I do. Let me speak from my own experience and keep my words out of your mouth. I almost started to believe in the power of words to move the universe. Not in the way that I think they meant it, but In some small and significant way, I’ve always understood the power of language There are things that have been said to me that I will never in my life forget, Words that have nestled so far into my heart, my blood, my bones That they are a part of my DNA. They say that every seven years or so, every single cell in your body regenerates Completely And is new again. And some people find this important and healing, Or - I have found this important and healing. I do. I have. I wonder if in seven years those deeply embedded words will begin also to leave my skin In a sort of filmy ooze, coming out of my pores like sweat Like the summer of 2019 when I had just returned from London And hopped in a car and drove all over, visiting the people and places I had missed. I sat outside my AirBnb in Salem MA, drenched in my own sweat And I watched it run sideways off my arm, like rainwater And I kept a photo for evidence. All of that water was inside of me, coming to the surface. So back to words: I wonder if one day the poisonous words you spat at me, calmly As if you were spitting sunflower seed shells into the dirt Will unstick themselves from my soul And leave my body, like rainwater. Like vapor. Or if every time I see your face, in ten years, in twenty years, in forty years, tomorrow: I will think, “You have cursed me. And it lingers still.” I don’t know the remedy for these types of curses, not the way I can sort of guess at remedies for other things: Loneliness Heartache Hunger Desire Fear I think in order to defeat a curse or a demon, you must first call it out by name. Excuse me: I’ll remind myself again. I think in order to defeat my curses or demons, I must first call them out by name. This is difficult, for some days I can barely remember my own. And some nights, I stare into the darkness of my room and let the resentment seep into the shadows And think up at the night sky, “Oh teach me how to curse” And spit venomed words into the still quiet of my lonely room Or my frost-cold car. They say that words have power. And I I suppose I do believe it.
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