every day is born as a toothpick
in a stale cube of swiss cheese
digging impossibly into the tease
of buttery uneaten rodent dinner

don't care to see you naked, i've been there
don't care to finish a paper that noone will read
don't care to eat dairy that only i'd eat
don't care to pay the train fair for the ride home

like many time before, i'm choked by the sudden surprise of feeling alone