Before sentient androids in space operas

Wise cracking witches

And a shape shifting sheriff

Riddled with mysteries

Brimming with brimstone

volumes of stories written and yet to be told

Started with that first story

Me on the page in serifs

Ink stained memories

Thoughts thunk thunk thunk on my grandma’s manual typewriter with a sticky e key

The five whys starting with who am I

To connect with the who are yous

I write me over and over

In romantic tropes or spiraling suspense

Shelves heavy

The doors of my library wide open