Matthew Caretti
When Fiction Becomes Fact
From an old lesson plan:
Love is abstract; a kiss concrete.
From a workshop:
Telling is "I miss her."
Showing is "Her lips moist over the teacup, steam rising to her eyes.To kiss those lips, pure fantasy. To have her love, the be-all of my being. That was long ago. But I remember this scene each morning at 11:11. Wish it again into existence."
From my life:
lovers' initials
in the old sidewalk
chipping away
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