I want to know you
With the intimacy of an old shoe

(It's busted, but you don't care enough
To throw it away)

Or I could hide
Amongst your toothbrushes
Inside the soda can
You use as an ashtray

I want to be
An unimportant, small thing
Something you take for granted
And dispose of
Out of boredom, carelessness
And other dull feelings

The worn out t-shirt you blow
Your nose with
Your underwear, unclean
The piece of a sandwich
Which winded up
Decomposing for three weeks under the bed
Until the smell was too much for you
Not to do something about it

The last cigarette you're saving
For when you get real anxious
About family, college, life
And event horizons
Anything
That isn't me