A History of Zero- Steve Klepetar
“When I’m gone,” he said,
“my stories will remain.”
“When I’m gone they will
flit in late evening dark,
chitter in the oak trees, flutter
through summer leaves.
You will hear them scratching
in your walls, feel them as a pressure
behind your eyes. In unexpected
places you will catch a glimpse
of me telling and telling, reflected
in the windows of a chocolate shop
in Paris or curled up in the margin
of some page in the middle of the book
you keep trying to read, a history
of zero, that startled, open mouth,
that rabbit hole to stories whispered
in the dark you no longer want to hear.”