The Assumption
Natasha Lynn
Poetry
He said he wants something real-
The truth—non-fiction,
And while all things desire to be read…
In my story,
he’ll crave interest,
need excitement,
hunger for adventure, reality, love
I assume he’ll be there for the long haul
Willing to weather the disappointments
Not knowing whether happiness
Will be the end result
He’ll read,
As my characters impose,
Suits up for role,
Dip in and out of prose
And sometimes discover the sole
Purpose to wander,
He’ll look past my story,
Over time,
Create a confusion,
That can’t be grasped
He’ll assume that a story,
Both fiction and non-fiction,
Will be one and the same
I’ll understand that it’s not the words I create,
Instead, its how I’ve been read
My story has not been changed, it’s just me,
Because I don’t give him that same satisfaction
