two boxes of insects

i’ve been gathering words

on little scraps of paper

they gather in corners

piling up in boxes

glue and tweezers

fill in gaps

with words

that don’t make sense

but do …

out of moulds

seeming to be

never finished

never decided never moving on.

… but these things happen

…slowly

there is a thread

they will come together

eventually

… and sometimes

something…

shifts