about you

I bet you think this book
about you;
it is, of course, in paper cuts
and fallen trees

I bet you think each draft
was dedicated to you;
that too is correct
in shredded files
and eraser burns

I bet you think
the editors chose you
to laud;
it's true, indeed;
you are worthy of inclusion
in canons of psychopaths
and people you should
never let
babysit
your children
or kittens in cages