I Am In Love

I am in love

And the spiders are breeding in my room

I am in love

And the underwear I have already worn lays draped across the floor, across books; smothering my room with the scent of sexual frustration.

It reeks.

I am in love

And everything is new and fresh and clear and everything is sick.

I am in love

And my stomach churns.

I am in love

As the papers pile up and the letters do not get read and the phone calls are not made and the computer does not get fixed and the photographs are not taken and the words are not written and the thoughts are scattered and the free radicals are eroding them and the candles burn as the music is played and the longing burns as the drinking is done and the paranoia and the sickness and the turmoil

as the spiders breed.