The Recluse

I wake alone, ina woman's room I hardly know. I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home. The room is littered with her books and notebooks. I imagine what they say, like, 'shoo fly, don't bother me,' And I can hardly get myself out of her bed. For fear of never lying in this bed again. Oh christ, I'm not that desperate am i? oh no- oh god- I am. How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. Maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers. "you're in my web now - I've come to wrap you up tight 'til it's time to bite down." I wake alone in a woman's room I hardly know. I wake alone - and pretend that I am finally home. Home