please look homeward to me

i came home in a cab at 85 miles an hour and overtipped, flew into my room, took off my too tight shorts, threw my keys in the sink, and i was pissing out three quick beers and thinking about how nine day are unbearable- i kept thinking words of love and wanting you and it's because it's night and i'm drunk and have had too much exposure tonight to a few men who hurt me (even if through a few screens). you, i love, i thought. i read the words seoul ballet in a magazine on the windowsill, see, everything points there, four or five signs and symbols. i race-walk when i am like this and i am winding tonight around my bedroom at your heels.