I Could Tell You Stories by Deborah Landers

I could tell you stories about angels

Tell you how they fell from Heaven

How they haunt my shoulders

And whisper truths and lies in my ears.

I could tell you stories.

It seems I’m always telling stories,

Building the worlds where people like me don’t exist,

Only caricatures and heroes.

I could tell you stories about heroes,

The ones that reveal their flaws.

I could show you the chinks in their armor

And how to systematically deconstruct who they are.

I could tell you stories.

I’m wasting my time with stories,

Telling others how to live and how to be,

But I cannot take my own advice.

It’s too late for me:

A being splintered into pieces,

Who built their heart into people who don’t exist.

There is nothing left of me.

All I have left are the stories:

The heroes and the angels,

The demons and the villains.

And I could tell you stories.


Tirzah Allen