The Boy Who Cried Wolf

Ink Boy

Arm’s Length

I created all these words, hoping you
would want one,
keep one, and
beg for more.

But the more I said, the less
you cared. And the more I cared, the less
you said. The less you showed, the more
I wrote—

The Man Who Stole My Words—Part II

I placed my hand
upon his heart
and felt
each word
slip back through
my touch.

The Man Who Stole My Words— Part I.

He asked me to speak—

I opened my mouth,
and from his heart

each of my words
dropped.