WORDS IN A BAD by Emma Tiedemann

words in a bag by Emma Tiedemann

I have kept every card I have ever received every letter and every postcard every happy birthday and merry Christmas

some find it strange I suppose I do too but there’s a weight to these words an intention a message to myself in a time of certain circumstance words that were meant for me in an exact moment in time it seems all too powerful to discard lost to the fading of my mind

so I collect them there’s a bag in a drawer under a bed where I am the sole viewer of these messages these words of the past from authors I have known forever some who remain some who do not but when I forget the sound of their voices their phrases their words to me and only me the bag in a drawer under my bed is suddenly more than just that