Regret

I told her I wanted to do the writing workshop, but I was through with words. She said ok. Later in the day she said I needed to use words. Then I started thinking about words, looking at the titles of books. Like “Mother.” It is just some lines and circles. Yet as it permeates through my body, it is immense. How can something like a word be both so nondescript and so boundless at the same time?. In our writing group last night there was a poem that contained the word “regret.” I cut the letters out from the back of a photo, thinking about regrets with every cut of the scissors. I wanted to be surprised how it came out so I didn’t look at the front of the photo as I was cutting. What I didn’t figure on was that the letters were backwards when I turned them over. Then I wondered about the words of the ten commandments on the tablet that God handed to Moses. The letters went through the stone. I wondered if God turned the tablet around or if Moses first saw the commandments backwards.Embryo: