Well, you could
make muffins, I guess,
from the contents of
your medicine cabinet.
No, don’t do that.
But stay inside, it’s safer in here—
the air is swarming
out there, heavy
with breath:
Listen! You can hear
the tick-tick of it,
the thick air
against the windows.
Or clean your stove, or
eat something, maybe muffins made
with ibuprofen, or
call me, but don’t call me,
meet me in the kitchen,
or by the aquarium, or near
the ficus, or fuck it,
don’t meet me,
don’t come anywhere near me,
stay in your room,
but listen from there:
I have a new favorite song, it’s called
“Go,” and here’s a sample line:
“Go!” I love it. Love me.
Just stay where you are.
Love me from there.
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