nobody reads annotations.

for three fucking quarters
of a decade
i have been 1-with-innumerable-zeros percent
wrong
about your guts.





.






you were not a mistake at all.
you were the several chapters
in my book that define a tragedy.

simply that.

i'm not concerned, though.
ages 17-22 are irrelevant
in the scheme
of soul definitions.

you used to be exclamation points, you know.
i want to several-verb-s you.
you are my violent gerunds.
though soon,

i think you will fade into a pronoun.
and then,

you will be the double space between
my sentences.

then, you'll be an indentation.
only affecting several hundreds of
paragraphs in a multi-volumed book.

you'll never be my dog ears
i don't need reminders of you.

some day,
you'll be nothing an annotation..
(or two.)