look look

I opened the door and I was standing on the foot
of my bead
laying facedown
and I realized that this apartment is not
a home
it's a place where I sleep alone
often
but its not a hime, I keep
my stuff
in this home
but its not that; a home.

Last night was the first night that I can remember, in a
long time where I stayed up all night. I had never really
done that before, at home. that's how I know this isn't a
home. it's more like a place where I hang my head out to
dry. a place where the 32 ounces that I will soon consume
will only be as full as the bottle when I'm down with it.

Here comes seth up the stairs. He is drunk. I am on my way.
Show I go visit him in the land of
youthful loneliness.
Does Robin Peaknoid treat you like I treat you?
Does he treat you like the art student or like the rock
you are in his rock star life? How many constellations
do you make for him. I will soon have your poster on my wall and your boyfriends
band won't have anything to do with it. Your watercolor art project of babys.
I will have a watercolor print of babies. on my wall. I'm my non-home
apartment. Seth drove home drunk. He should have called me.

look look. I am the noble one. look look.