what about this man

I opened a poetry book,

but I skip the first one and keep it for the end.

Because, at beginning, all want to make a statement

and I adore surprises, so

I prefer to wonder all these 3 hundred and

ninety 5 pages,

imagining what he wanted to say to me.

Mmm… more than that, is because I hate

all the endings, a reason why I always use

to come

back

to all my beginnings,

from time to time,

again and again,

whispering to myself that everything last

forever and ever.

Addiction.

So I will end my reading with his beginning

and because I am an independent

(a.k.a. busy)

woman,

I might make time dilate

until infinity.

Q&A:

Will I ever read that one?

Maybe.