It's
that
Time
#139
November
28,
2002
I
can't
remember
all
the
names
of
my
lovers
Eric,
John,
Jim,
Joe,
Bill...
it
fades
as
I
get
full
when
I
can't
eat
another
bite.
I
put
them
out
one
by
one.
I
stub
out
their
words
and
their
eyes
until
they
no
longer
move
It
begins
to
stink
after
a
while
right
before
it's
time
to
paint
my
walls
a
new
color
after
I
pull
out
a
clean
white
sheet
of
paper
I
vacuum
the
floor
and
give
my
dog
a
bath
I
rearrange
the
furniture
or
take
a
bubble
bath.
and
remove
a
flower
from
its
vase
and
begin
again
I
love
me
I
love
me
not.