something

[slowlyunfolding]

I was all of this { }
and none of that [ ]

the spaces between the letters/between the dots of ink/between the pixels

no.

I am in the margins

just beyond where page
meets air
meets fingertip lick

I am not lost
I have always been here
in one form or another.

It's so delicious.

You stealth me.
I <3 you back.

Still ...