I sometimes lose my words. It only happens when I have something to say. It happens. Even if I had pockets, it wouldn’t make any difference. There isn’t that much real estate between my brain and my mouth. Somehow, words have a tendency to just vanish. It’s as if that bit of my body is a Bermuda word triangle. I wonder what else sank there?
Probably have the secret to life, the latest lottery numbers and a really good idea there. Maybe I can get James Cameron to do an expedition.
