and blood is not vengeful nor beautiful it is just red
but i like stories
that white shirt you once wore now yellow with use that sweater you've had for years adorned with the patches of accidents gone by that scar on your back from when you fell off a swing those lines by your lips the remnant of a smile and a smile and a smile
I like stories i love reading yours
there are rabbits on my moon divinity in my incense my oaks stand mighty my sun rides a chariot
park benches donated in memory hasty scribbles on classroom benches superstitions about crows and cows love stories to make word games
i come from a world of stories where the people are made of matter and molecule of memory and metaphor
i like stories and this one's my favourite
a little happy poem i wrote when i was bored in class