“What’s -”, there must always
be an entry,
“is there-”
he slides his tomes
into his tote
“do you have,
a favourite bit of history?”
He taps his card, presses hard
on his larynx.
“I’m afraid”, but he can’t
stop there, “that I don’t quite
understand your question.”
“You’re always here”,
he is elsewhere,
“buying history books.
So I wondered.”
“My favourite part?”
“Yes.”
“Of history?”
Again on his larynx.
Must there always be an entry?
“The end.”