Place to Fly

She kept asking if the stories were true. I kept asking her if it mattered. We finally gave up. She was looking for a place to stand & I wanted a place to fly.

Love Poems

not very good with love poems to the world, so they usually just end up saying, How’s it going? to everyone they meet

Good Reasons

I tell stories for very good reasons, she said, but I’m not going to tell you what they are or you’d start reading too much into them