everywhere i go

18

i keep on dreaming of spiders

i have no fears, i guess

i wake up jumping out of bed, slapping my arms

all of my clothes are on the floor

when my lightbulbs sputter i

let them die

soon there will be no light 

i'm thinking of ending things...

my clothes are on the floor

my washing machine is

dirty water, washing nothing

the ring of dirt in my bathtub tells me i

am dirty

my clothes are dirty when i wear them

when i shower my tub fills with 

dirty water i

wash myself like washing nothing i

wonder how old the oldest dirt in my belly button is and

if you kissed me there, in the

middle of my stomach, would you

taste it and know how old

is the oldest spider in my room and

if i saw it would i know, i

never see them.