penultimate betrayal

the hole in ones pants is to swim in circles around my room. in rainbows and clouds; a life unlived, and then forgotten. you are always here, while I wallow in vomit (yes, laugh) powder my nose forget all the names I built my life around/ your letters are strewn around my room. I shall do the unthinkable: banish each relic to a ziplock bag. desperate evidence, a crime scene. the nauseating bare emptiness of the bottom of a drawer. all to watch my life fit into one, two, three. "But that's what drawers are for aren't they? To hide things you never intended to use."