Even the wildest anecdote,
The most ridiculous fable
Made up of whole cloth, holds some truth,
Whether or not it’s valuable.
Since there’s nothing you can invent
Without drawing on memory
For ingredients, recipes
For fantasies contain events
In every concoction. Something
Happened, some experience formed
The substance of sheerest pretend,
The unintended truth in it.
The lightest, whipped-cream topped jello
Confections have horse hooves in them.