Feels like slim pickings at the moment.

There are thousands
upon thousands
of books on the shelves
in which none of the stories told
ever happened
not even in a
‘names have been changed
to protect the innocent’
kind of way
We treat the characters
as though they were
family
friends
lovers
but all of them
every single one
are figments of imagination
either the author’s
ours
or the collective
We live a lie
We live a lie inside a dream
All these lessons we have learned?
Lies
Stories we tell
Stories we tell each other
Stories we tell ourselves

(12 September 2017)