imagine how the wind would blow
if there were no wind at all
only words like this and that and those
still thoughts we jotted down
from a strangers list of nots

i tell you, fiction, fact and fantasy
there is no wind or at all, there is only
poetry and prose
the still thoughts we did not jot down
of strangers tied in knots

imagine me in nothing – being nothing –
naked as a newborn mouse
only flesh like this and that and woes
sweated thoughts sketched
and sketchy strangers begging what?

i tell you, fantasy, fact and fiction
i am the mouse that is all, there is only
tales and verse
the sweated thoughts sketched
and we two sketchy fictionauts