The Recluse

I wake alone, in a 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 he 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 until 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