Shuffling papers shakes up memories
into cinematic strips
that play on auto after every introduction.
Arranged this way,
how do we know they’re real anymore?
Morphed over time, nipped and tucked,
folded, welded, enshrined and entombed,
buried fast or brought forwards by warm words
from different perspectives.
We are made of stories.
We are stories.
Every Once Upon A Time
threaded into our minds through and through.