I thought a story had to have a plot –
I jotted sex or drugs disturbing peace,
but had to crank it up cause I forgot
sensation is like porn; it needs increase.

So character development was next,
but that felt false: too easy to succeed.
The prodigal is what we all expect –
the ne’er-do-well reformed is who we need.

But then I paid attention to the view.
I noticed how I focused on mundane,
how ordinary moments seem more true
than epic episodes. I can’t explain
the everyday, but I can cast a net
to catch in words the moments you’d forget.