Better Not Pout (Mistletoe Falls)

by Maren Moore

It’s not that I think love isn’t real, but maybe it’s just not as whimsical as it seems between the pages of a book about a man, written by a woman.

When I try to imagine being as in love as my grandparents have always been, it truly seems impossible. Like the universe doesn’t make love, relationships, or people the way that it used to.