No words
left--except
for how, when
I wrote this
poem, you will
be expecting
something from
me.

We can be
selfless, you
know. We've
given all our
thoughts and
wisdom to you
for free (and
our folly).

Sure, you may
have to buy
a book, but that's
only because
we are not like
our poems and
require food.

You will
watch these
lines like
your favorite
football team
and hope they
make it to
the playoffs--
each period is
the game that
destroys or feeds
your hope.

It can never
be too full,
but it is
not a flower
rooted in the
self.