This poem is not about me,
or you, or us, or anybody,
or anything shared amongst
anyone. This poem is not
about space or loss or time;
this poem is not a poem,
and I am not the speaker,
and you are not you.

This poem is not a poem,
or a journal entry, or a confession,
or an extradition; you are
not a priest, I am not
a confessor, and there is no reader
to speak of.