no, not you. him.
Eric Trondson-Clinger

i live in filth. dishes months old,
a bathtub that doesn't drain and a
cat that kicks shit out of his box
and plays with it.

but i don't need to clean.

i call people all day long. i say
"accounts payable please. this is
eric. i'm calling regarding an open
invoice."

i make a note.

chorus (50 times)

then i walk many blocks to my car
parked in the cheap lot. it too
filled with filth. not the parking
lot, my car. ok, the parking lot too.

i come home.

ramen or spaghetti.

i think about sex.

but i repeat myself.