they’re just words.
it’s very simple.
they toss about in your mind like a salad,
like cilantro -
people either hate it or they love it.
they marinate in the richest sauces,
mixed with blood,
bleeding past the margins
and dictating how long it is they rest.
Rest,
Rest,
Resting is important for the truest
flavor
to emerge. The sense of it.
Sometimes resting feels like stagnate
- or stagnant -
and fly-infested.

And how long should you leave a hunk of uncooked meat on the counter there?
I don't know, either -
Should we put it in a ziploc bag?
The freezer?

They're just words.
They couldn’t kill you.

4.6.17