hangers in the closet still swaying from how fast i stripped them of their clothes
and all they can do is watch me laying on the floor with them all alone
La Piscine was on mute
the Television static got to my head
and i started humming—
i like this silence
i like this plain ceiling
i like being a sensitive bore
there’s nothing but me and my thoughts
and nothing more
i do like nothingness— i have to
even if i don’t
i’ll learn to like it
i have to
it’s all i got
it’s all i’ve ever had