Small Talk

The creature known as Small Talk has been around since the beginning of human interaction but has only come to be the monster it is today around the 20th century. While some say his intentions are pure, some have a different view. He remains invisible to many, but to a few unlucky people known as introverts, the Small Talk is a frightening sight. Edward Rolen, a leading expert in the field of odd creatures, speculates as to why the introverts are most affected. “The Small Talk overwhelms introverts with its bright yellow skin used to catch its unsuspecting victims in the spotlight. Its large blue eyes peer into ones soul to increase discomfort and its gaping jaw is filled with razor sharp idle chatter.” This fearsome creature, though physically harmless, leaves those who were fortunate enough not to succumb to its trivial discussions about the weather, in no shape to tell the tale. One such survivor, who wishes to remain nameless, simply looked at the interviewer with frightened eyes when asked to retell the encounter. When asked how she survived, she whispered "I smiled and nodded." This has been accepted as the best defense against these monsters. In order to avoid contact with the Small Talk, it is advised to remain indoors at all times.

Summer

Flowers in full bloom
Brighten the day of the bee
So I stay inside

Preemie

The sun beamed down
before you took your first breath.
My shaking hands gently took yours
The soft flutter of your pulse
Flapping against your wrist
As I looked at my paper doll girl.
I was afraid to crumble your bones with the gentlest kiss,
Afraid you'd fold right through my fingertips.
Nonetheless my heart reached out to encompass you.

You learned to flirt before you could walk
With death as your bachelor of choice.
The slow beeps of your heart giving hints to his presence
As he lays down beside your incubator cell.
I miss you when you sneak out at night
But I pray you'll come back to me.
Time and again. Beat by beat.

-Updated 5/8/18