Saturday, February 9, 2013

A Book for a Valentine's Day

This didn't happen:

I was on the bus, riding it to an important place of trees and turning roads.

This didn't happen, either:

As I stood up when I was supposed to arrive, someone who had been sitting beside me reached out and touched my arm and said, This Valentine's Day, I would like to read a poem that is not a poem and a novel that is not a novel.
       Will it hurt you to fall in love with a person who isn't? I said.
                                            Do you wish to wish? I didn't ask.
                                            Yes, unsaid the person who wasn't.
                                            Well, I think Ava would be the book.