Little Things: Author's Note

Author's Note

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

Let me try to paint you a picture:

There are three people sitting next to each other, all lined up like light on a Christmas tree.

They are three different stories brushing pages with each other.

I sit in the middle. I end a chapter. Maybe they do too.

Or maybe they are still at the introduction.

Maybe they just decided to begin.

What font is their story written in?

I wonder if they are the protagonist, antagonist, or just a supporting character.

There is no such thing as just a supporting character.

Remember, not every character is beautiful.

Some characters won't even try to be.

I wonder if their folly is the same as me; loyalty can break a book's binding.

Ink can run.

Chapters can be ripped out, and...

characters can die.

Authors...sometimes they use pseudonyms.

I think that's because they don't quite know where their story is catapulting to when they begin.

Trajectory is a funny thing. Sometimes arcs can get out of hand.

Sometimes, we forget that we are writing in pen.

The present can turn into the past in less that a split second.

Permanence is half a step away from temporary.

Little Things