|Geof Huth, "rustacean" (2 April 2016)|
But the pwoermd was not meant to be just a word. It was also an object. And I needed the right object.
Karen and I walked the too-clean (who knew?) streets of Manhattan searching for something rusty.
She suggested a couple of nails in boards, but we could not remove them. Rebar protruding from concrete wouldn't work for the same reason.
But I found on Hudson Street a metal planter, rusting along its edges, and I was able to bend a loose end back and forth enough to get the rustacean I needed.
(All my object pwoermds are adamic to some degree.)
And I wrote upon it my word, though it did not show enough. I wanted a different ink, but I did not have it.
We do not always have everything we need. We do not always make everything we want.