The shelf of my mind holds

 a large Fictionary,

a compilation of stories

built from a word, a glance. a body stance.

 a tone, an eyebrow shift, a muscle twitch.

It’s been suggested I consult

instead a Nonfictionary where

only the barest of facts are stored.

Naturally, I declined since it’s obvious

the suggestion-maker has no imagination.

                                                                                                                  JDG