whether I am looking for them or not.
Stories always find me, especially
when I swear I have no time
to entertain strange mythologies.
I don’t have to set out the fancy dishes.
They eat well enough
from the things that nourish me,
and do me the courtesy
of skimming off the poison
leaving their warmth in its place.
my stories will always find a way. Deep in my bones
I know the distance between them and me
is only as far as I allow it to be.