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I wake alone, in a woman's room I hardly know. I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home. The room is littered with her books and notebooks. I imagine what they say, like, 'Shoo fly, don't bother me,'And I can hardly get myself out of her bed. for fear of never lying in this bed again. Oh Christ, I'm not that desperate. oh no- oh God- I am.How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know.Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers."you're in my web now - I've come to wrap you up tight 'til it's time to bite down."I wake alone in a woman's room I hardly know. I wake alone - and pretend that I am finally home.