spooling

the following is sloppy unraveling, but even a single curled thread is needed to make a blanket.

*

all poetry is falling to the ground

for it is autumn

where i call her hollow

to tell that

i was in love again

budding anew

feeling the warmth of

someone’s sun

and she said me too

and then i realized

i wasn’t

*

tell no one your plans

they require more than

their judgement or support

*

remember the old kacper

the straight kacper

the noncurious kacper

the give-it-as-it-is-for-it-is-given kacper

the kacper that made this new kacper

curved curious giving

kacper less kacper than kacper deserves

for he has become the older kacper

forgetting that newer kacper

of then

*

failures led me to

suicide

but i failed there too