I am memorizing the order of the
and you are a fact now. None
of us are evil for the truth,
uninformed and liberated.
Promises are among other things
I don’t know where to put.
You slowly join a pack and
leave it.
I look up the many ways to finish a book.
The already closures keep coming back
and no one told you
  my final wish: get me out of the parenthesis.
In a whispering heaviness, I know
that we need another
to talk about them.


selected for Sunday Mornings at the River Summer 2022 Anthology.