Overheard: Maybe if she gave him what he needed he wouldn’t have to go elsewhere.
Where it took me: How little we know the truth about one another’s lives, how easily we judge, how easily we forget the grey areas. Life is complicated. Life is lived in the way we react to people and things around us. I wrote this poem using a scramble method: write a narrative, then break it into sets of three lines, then rewrite it using all the first lines, followed by all the second lines, followed by all the third lines. The result is very strong lines and unusual juxtapositions. Edit from there. I can’t find a title for this one, though.