Number 2,764
I’m running away.
I’m taking all my vowels and consonants,
my nouns and my transitive verbs,
all my adjectives, with me.
I’m taking all my words with me.
They fit in one bag.
They are the only words I know.
I only know one story. It is the only song I sing.
I’m taking my suicidal cheekbones,
and the thousand tears behind my eyes.
I’m taking two new dresses and a pair of high heels.
I’m running away, and I’m changing my name.
I’m going to forget everything I ever was. I won’t remember anyone.
I’ll throw away the bag of words and never sing again.
