bum

I've been thinking to myself
of maybe being someone else
for a second month or year
but i'm still here
i'm still here



And these sober walls
are shadowless and frigid
and give me a serious case of the nods-
chronic even
restlessness provided by coffee and mirrors
and random calls on my tell-me-anything
telephone
are distant callings that remind me
i'm not alone
not alone