I go to Starbucks today to try and write a poem because at least at Starbucks I can listen to other people talk and write that right into whatever I’m trying to say and somehow it always seems to fit this I have learned is called found material because when people say things they just lay there in the air like fair game for someone like me to swoop in and snatch up their story and add it to my own and wonder when in that process the words change hands and the overheard becomes owned.