poem

[mcbrat]

when i last dropped this book in the metro it was 169kc
that was almost 6 months ago
i bought it again as a different person this year
for 269kc
when i dropped it it was half finished
and stuck in my mind half finished
as many half finished things do
the wry and creased czech authors portrait on the back
was the first eyes i looked into
upon finishing the book
upon finishing a half finished thing
i expected it to feel somehow-finished?
but the universe, though tender and mild with me in essence
has consistently and always reminded me:
i am not owed completion.
i am not owed closure.
i am not owed fullifillment.
i am not owed contentment.
i will be thinking about what i have finished-
sometimes reflecting on it more than what ive left undone.
this if for i, myself, who is also undone.
many times i have tried to close the circle,
finish the loops,
complete the steps,
enter the code-the combination-the key.
but it truly unfolds itself only after i
close the book,
put it on the shelf-among other prized finishings-
and recognize in myself
that there is no end to any of this.