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Reading stories

You think reading 
stories 
is not worth the hassle, 
but we’re made 
of them. 

The pictures you hold 
in your gloomy head 
that compose the narrative 
of your life 
and give it sense 
are a story. 

That ethereal memory, 
at the back of your eyes, 
of holding onto her 
at a day’s end 
it’s fiercely recalled 
now 
as a story. 

How your parents met. 
How you came to be. 
How those before 
those before 
were, 
is told as a story. 

The plain anecdote. 
The stinging complaint. 
The trivial recount 
with which 
you explain yourself 
to your friends:

all things 
experienced 
owe their hold 
of the soul 
to storytelling.


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