It’s rare that you're here
and when you are, you still aren't
sometimes you speak to me with words
usually you leave without saying goodbye
I have drawn so many conclusions
but I haven’t proved any hypothesis;
you don’t need a method for everything

I’m starving,
but I won’t eat
because I don’t want to swallow any more of your words
that are so hard to digest,
that confine me to my bed,
that don’t escape my system for months
so I won’t come clean
and I don’t want washing.