What is this book? A manual for folding thought into origami and setting it on fire. A collection of poems where armadillos attend conferences and spoons hold grudges. A collapsing thought experiment, disguised as a poetry collection, disguised as a joke, disguised as sincerity. Only Don't Know follows a mysterious mathematical sequence no one understands (but everyone respects). Each poem is a small rebellion against logic, narrative, and polite grammar. You may laugh. You may question your sanity. You may try to explain it to a friend and fail completely. This book doesn't want to be read. It wants to be misinterpreted. Open it anywhere. Just don't expect it to stay there.