I am alone
In this corner surrounded by neighbors of similar traces
Alone
Together, next to those I don’t really belong to
I am alone
Under the fan and the cyclone of hot air and cat hair
I am lonely sometimes
Which hurts and completes
I don’t regret
I have a fever
As always I will be putting my heart up front

Now I am really alone
This is good though
A blank beginning
To be unattached
To be just with me
That’s good right?

The next thing
is
to go to the sex shop