i'm tempted to order you from an online catalog;
biting my nails to the quick
probing torn flesh in my cheek 'til it bleeds
reading with eyes devoid of the danger of glazing
"Enjoy a free gift with any product order when you use your Catalog Number!"
#967411. i trace the pleasant digits with my pointer, hoping it forecasts something new.
i love the way 9 offers an escape from a whirlwind of neverending chaos
6 curls and streaks for the skies
7 is hell-bent for freedom
4 offers a reprieve from sharp turns and congruent roads,
supplemented by scorched corners.
but i don't grieve over the ones i've lost,
clipped from a catalog card like one gone from infinity.
perhaps i shouldn't order , because i --
can't deal with the weight you're bound to bring into my even life.
after all, infinity minus one is 1 from complete.