Since my Steve prompt poem yesterday people
have been sending Steve and Stephen stories.
I have a Steve file folder now.
Two favorite Steves:
Woman in my building
married two Steves. Then she said No More.
Now he’s just Tom, she said.
Someone wrote that her mother
really wanted a son named Stephen and
when she had her daughter she named
her Stephanie. Her second child, a son,
was her favorite. Stephan.