After all you are quite 
ordinary: 2 arms 2 legs

a head, a reasonable 
body, toes & fingers,
a few 
eccentricities, a few honesties

but not too many,
too many 
postponements & regrets but



you’ll adjust to it, meeting 
deadlines and other 
people,
pretending to love 
the wrong woman some of the
 time,
listening to your brain 
shrink,
your diaries
 expanding as you grow older,



growing older, of course you’ll
 die but not yet,
you’ll outlive 
even my distortions of you



and there isn’t anything 
I want to do about the fact

that you are unhappy & sick


you aren’t sick & unhappy

only alive & stuck with it. 


You say that I treat you like a book on a shelf
I don’t take you out that often ‘cause I know that I completed you and that’s why you are here
That’s the reason you stay here
How awful that must feel
You said you could be my dream I could have you every night
And if by morning, I’d forgotten you, well no big deal, that’d be alright
‘Cause you’re the reoccurring kind
You are the reoccurring kind
You never really leave my mind
Are you the love of my lifetime?
Cause there have been times I’ve had my doubts
We were just kids when I first kissed you in the attic of my parents house, and I wish we were there now
It took so long to figure out
What this book has been about

Now I write when I’m away, letters that you’ll never read
You said go explore those other women, the geography of their bodies, but there’s just one map you’ll need
You’re a boomerang you’ll see
You will return to me

You will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.
You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You, you will.
‘Cause if you don’t, then this book is all lies
If you don’t, then my plans would all be ruined
If you don’t, I’ll start drinking like the way I drank before
Oh, and I, I just won’t have a future anymore.