plausible

Murder mysteries and romcoms,

in equal measure, I devour

in epic weekend watches.

The affinity stems, I think,

from how both make plausible

the preposterous.

That a mad country vicar

in a village of forty

kills four in feats of

villainous vengeance

before being found out

by the dogged detective,

who is hailed by all,

except for the four

who can hail no more,

for his diligent deduction;

or that half a day spent

in the company of 

the movie star's fiancé

is enough to turn his head

to the clumsy cliché girl

of bookish bent.

The stories heaven sent

for one whose expectations

have yet, by real life,
to have been met.