Scratched

I’m sure I’ll regret this

i think, ripping a sliver from my

Souvenir book mark 

And i wonder

If it’s even any good but

I’m high and drunk besides

Anyway.

Already wavy from bath water,

Coming apart and

Paper thin fragile

The book or the person holding it,

Who knows which

Or both

Or neither 

and i trumpet a mad parade 

But get lost at the ending

I’ve always avoided endings 

No, that was the place to end

i know because i can’t read anything else

Just the same line over

And over and over

Like a record skipped

On repeat, blaring at me

At me

At me 

And no one will ever read this again anyway

And no one will ever read this again

And no one will ever read

Again anyway