New Words

I estimate that I wrote this poem about a year ago and I'm 90% sure that I plagiarized it -- if not the poem itself, then certainly the idea. But I don't know what from. And just because I likely stole it, that doesn't make it less true.

New Words

I want to hang my life on yours, to

twist us together

like wire.

I want to spread our days in a carpet all ahead.

I want to invent new words with you.

And, like all inventions,

they will go on, people we’ve never met

will say them.

People we’ve never met, in the dark,

will kindle our words for light.