i could not be the object of your infatuation for this long,
but still i pressed all my wildest logic against the odds.
oh, all the odds! which could never add up
to any kind of number.

but it's right that it worked this way.
it must be when i'm scrolling through your name,
finding all these differences which look the same
& dreaming up dreams & savouring the tastes,
the pleasures of so many dividends.

but the best part? the funniest twist? the trickiest trick?
you've been the object of my infatuation since i stopped being yours.