Stories Around People

by Joseph Young

Stories Around People



An Event


Facebook lived in midtown, for there the people and windows shone like water. Though it would board the bus—1 day—and ride to the sea, where people said words like sea and where the city shone in the waves and the fish were sidewalks and windows.





In the night, the house where Octopus lived burned to the ground, all the letters and poems a curled ash. The other books patted its shoulder and gave it roses and tea. It stood admiring the sky and thankful.



A Labor


You do not understand, vacuum said, it's never been like that between us. In its jar, it knew this, seized it.