Everyone hates this hyperbole
"Get A Job" Such an intrusion
You pull down a ski mask
Moving across the floor
Your movements become words
"You wouldn't if I didn't"
Pile of sticks on the staircase
Close enough for me to see
Such a disclosure you defend
I weep for you and myself
Becoming an object fixed in place
Empty, hopeless, confused
My absence is my entrance
Wet dreams and apartments locked
The keys hang up on the Christmas tree
You taste the water knowing I'll always be me