I lived a parenthetical life.
Extra black ink.
Explanation.
Afterthought.
I am two sentences
swaddled on rag paper.
Summation.
Ellipsis.
The intentional omission
from someone else’s
life.
Myself alone.
Incomplete in loneliness.
Satisfied in aloneness.
Exiled?
Two cents worth.
I felt ecstasy five times.
I never found the words
to describe it.
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