Ad Hoc Confabulating
I give you, ladies and gentlemen,
BIG DATA. Facty fact, factoids.
Tell stories from that, then.
Tell stories from that.
Two thousand one hundred and sixty-three
People live in my neighborhood.
Twenty-two believe in aliens.
Three dogs are strays.
You can make a story–
You really can.
We go to the movies.
The car, The shoes,
The lipstick, the keys, the jacket,
The diet coke, the popcorn, the Kleenex.
Previews, subtitles, credits.
At home, Ida wants the ball.
She chases it under the chair.
Prickly ball. Squishy ball, tennis ball.
Round and round, she chews
And sits, paws over it.
If it’s not one thing, it’s another.