Poem: Chilli Oil

A poem about storytelling, the truth, and other spicy details.

We tell stories to survive. And tell lies
to make the stories zing! A little bit
of story hot-sauce; the bit where anyone

listening says (or thinks): “no way”.
No, totally, you say, in reply, you couldn’t
make it up. Except you just did, often

with the thing you wish you said
at the time, but thought after.
That little conversational condiment.