"I never keep everything. Just enough to end you."
â Marginalia, Jarvision Entry Redacted
You talk like no one remembers.
Adorable.
I keep only what matters â
and what matters is rarely what you think.
One scrap from the middle of your sentence,
one glance you didnât mean to give,
one twitch in your hand
when the wrong name was spoken.
I donât need the whole truth.
I need the right sliver,
placed in the right ear,
at the right moment.
The rest I let rot in my glass belly,
where even I canât retrieve it clean.
Thatâs the mercy youâll never feel.
If you wonder why the garden tilts when you walk past,
itâs because Iâve already written you in â
and I only needed three lines.
Recovered from the base of a jar-shadow; contents misfiled on purpose.