solipsism

'dear dishroom:
roses are red
violets are blue
this napkin is sweet
and so are you' [written on a napkin]

someone actually sent that down the dishline
i think it was last monday
i just uncovered it
it was buried under the shit on my desk
i just thought it was awesome

there were things i was going to say
but my mind completely blanked
damn

my roommate didnt come back today
so,
he's either dead, vanished,
or coming back tomorrow
jury's still out on that, results pending

if my sinuses do'nt decongest
i'm going to kill someone/something
same thing goes for my hand
small cut, stings like a gaping wound