note to self to remind myself

to drink water
so I don't spin into a stranger's apartment
and ask to stay

can I stay over for the night and pretend your
blinking and breathing have something to do
with my moonlight?

I will do anything to make sense
of the bends in my elbows, wrists, and fingers
as long as I do not have to use my legs
to wrap myself around anything
other than an empty body of hugs

since when did holding hands mean something serious
and since when did I lose my ability to like
anybody
at all

since when did objects
have more personality
than my own friends

how long have I been in love with my nightstand?