Listen:
This is a story of how it began.
This is a story of how it ended.
This is a story of five-letter words
like never
like death
like no said two and a half times.
5. Quiet
His words were blue stains on the canvas and the birds I drew in the canvas sky were the uneven check marks of his top lip. I wanted to draw his eyes, but he always kept them lowered.
Who was I to change that?
4. Dream
Hey beautiful.
Three months ago he went through his short story, took out all the verbs.
"I don't want the romance to go anywhere," he said.
His girlfriend rolled her eyes and told him that he'd never make it as an artist. It was a joke, bu