Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
If my words, too, are people, then wouldn't they also just be gatherings I've been at?
'How To Do Things With Words': along with them, working together; not as if they are our instruments.
… which leaves open the possibility that we are theirs.
If words are people, then what are we? —Maybe if we stay quiet we'll find out.
Love needs neither to exchange nor not to exchange words.
We take it as obvious that people are people.
'Yeah we hooked up but it was just that one time.'
Words on whose behalf
we pressure 'we' pressures other words to stay in line.
(You two, you three, yall…)
'I didn't realize you two knew each other.'