Story

How I wish I could tell you the story,

As I once did.

This one is particularly juicy.

Particularly taboo,

Particularly relatable to many people.

I’ve tried and tried again,

And as I spiral inward, 

In attempt to curate the masterpiece,

The bits of story

Are flicked off like stardust

On the wings of the edge of the galaxy,

And I am continually drawn toward the center.

There is no story to tell.