Where do they go, words no one wants? No one uses anymore?
When fathers die and mothers don t remember?
All the love words and forever words When the mouth moves on to other words,
other people?
The Orphanage for Words documents the unsaid, what is forgotten, spoken long
ago, means nothing anymore. The bad, bad poetry of first love. Old yellowing
letters at the bottom of a trunk. Words that jam your hands on the steering
wheel long after the lights turn green. Lies men tell women to get them into
bed, lies women tell the men they cheat. An old man holding