It wasn’t nothing. The A flat.
The simple phone call. (We agreed, just like that.)
The sale on dark chocolate. The seedy suburbs.
Refuse curled around brown grass. Things
we hate, but which are useful.
It wasn’t nothing.
But the things we regret defy math.
They happened, but are less
than nothing. No. Everything is simply everything.
The whole world is. There is nothing less than nothing.
We kissed. It wasn’t nothing.
How beautiful do you think you are?