Book of Joys: Simplicity

They taught her in creative writing class
how to take the narrative voices and
dip them in pudding; she (of course) always
said but stories aren’t animal crackers!
they’d (narrow-eyed) ask what she meant
and if by any chance this was a metanarrative
(she would later remark how the word always
came out in (austere) italics) and if so, how
did two plus two equal four, eh eh eh?
I always told her a physics major shouldn’t
write fiction. You’re too concerned with
facts, I said. You don’t like bullshit.