The Recluse

I wake alone, ina womans 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, dont bother me, And I can hardly get myself out of her bed. For fear of never lying in this bed again. Oh christ, Im not that desperate am i? oh no- oh god- I am. Howd I end up here to begin with? I dont know. Why do I start what I cant finish? Oh please, dont parrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My egos like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I dont want to finish anything anymore.. Maybe I can wait in bed til she comes home. and whispers. youre in my web now - Ive come to wrap you up tight til its time to bite down. I wake alone in a womans room I hardly know. I wake alone - and pretend that I am finally home. Home