I'm not feeling too good, no; think I
got a touch of flu, bruise on the cheek -
fine, fine. I'm going to
erase this, connection pale, face unknown across
broken dishes, shards sweeping stiffly,
the need to rest, to be okay.
Next, my name over a place,
not a person, trash trying to sound normal.
I've got everything here I need;
don't drop by, okay? I'll always feel
like I have to be better.