there's this story
but it's stuck in my throat
there's a kid
and a man
a woman
and a dream.

there's different versions
halves
and quarters
untold details
misrepresented
and unaligned.

but it all happens
in the overlapping moments
like
that slice of venn diagram
right in the center,
although
the spotlight
shines
just as it casts its shadows.

so what we see
may not necessarily
be
all that there is.

i asked for more.
i asked for pieces.
i asked too much.

i guess i wanted the whole story
without thinking about anybody.
it was for myself and now
i realize that
as the words get caught
a jumble in my mind
a knot in my chest
a lump in my throat.