I think I always liked the game
because it sounded like my name
combined with the concept of alone.
(My name really does mean "alone"
in Slovenian!) We don't actually care
if it's true, but we want to know
the person telling us is telling us
the truth. Say his name is "Hank,"
as in, "of hair." (It's not.) My upbringing
was classically smooth/chaotic, apart
from traumatic events I've never detailed,
even to myself. Traumatic but methodical.
But why say what happened even.
In the tech block the blinds were down
and I cleared my way to the final marble
under the indistinct gaze of an indistinct
master. My success had allowed me
to become the bastard I always knew
I could be. What did it mean, to clean
the board like this, counting down to one?
By these gradual and orderly subtractions
my persona was configured. The goal
was to remain single. Sometimes telling you
the truth wouldn't be telling you anything
much. For a while I've felt torpid and detuned,
as if I want to share a view with you,
so we can both be absent in one place.
Look, the sky is beautiful and sour.
I'm not here, too. I'm staring out of this cloud
like an anagram whose solution
is probably itself. I am only the method
that this stupid game was invented to explain.