I crave language. The need for words manifests itself on my lips. It feels like the longing to be kissed. For me, language is meant to be spoken. Written, yes. But spoken first. Always oral. Words have weight and shape, they have a physical presence in the mouth. The right word not only sounds right, it feels right. The curve of lips, the flick of tongue, the meeting of teeth. I used to be friends with a girl who could tell me the names for the physical actions required in order to form language, the work that your articulators have to do in order to form sounds. I wish I could remember the words she taught me. Funny that when my mouth craves language, language deserts me.