You Not

So your death, sweetheart,
has got me thinking. “Zero,”
I say, meaning what?

Bottom, abyss, my
inability to see
anything in it.

Like a sinner in
Dante’s hell, scratching the itch
of my own most self.

That kind of thing. You
no longer need to put up
with me, lucky you.

Being shattered is
not decisive, but asks for
a distinction

I’ve read that before.
You must decide! No, not you,
me. I get that now.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at and other sites.

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