All the words on display
Handheld paddles made of bone
And we picked them up, set them rows to show one another
We inspect, hands on hips, nodding our heads
They’ve become smooth and rigid over centuries
But the oil from our hands, the way we squeeze them, how they roll over each other as we reach for them, we can’t help but change every one of them every time we touch it
What’s that one mean? I said, looking at scullery
All you could do was show me each row it had ever been in
Stuff Cam Wrote 