EXISTENCE IN MEDIAS RES

I exist

in this minute existence

slightly hidden,

a confusion of emotions

with no grammatical rules,

Pythagorean theorems

or a priori corollaries.

Existence in medias res

that I alone inhabit

with my bundle

of dictionaries and poetry books,

and you

the only one with me,

my deus ex-machina

redeeming the irredeemable.

Nothing binds me to the present,

the past

it’s me

and the future

an incidental event

that could happen

tomorrow

or

never.