to the invisible stranger in my bathroom
Aug 28, 2017 · 1 min read
where were you
when i opened my
pepto bismol-colored
padded
library?
you told me
you’d be
around
for a while
but that
wasn’t really true
was it?
i look for you
sometimes
in the black
balls
that morph
blobishly
on my body-blood
when i stare
at the light bulb
in my desk lamp
too long
but even there
in my
self-inflicted
burnt-black
world
you somehow
always stand
right
behind me
breathing
loud
but never saying
anything
