honestly

beyond things like
coffee makers and
bowls of soup and
being the-coughing-kind-of-sick,
beyond the phone calls, the
newspapers and Elvis's good years,
in between justice and Dick Cheney,
screenplays and short stories,
hiding behind posters of Gogol Bordello
and Elijah wood in Everything is Illuminated,
seeping from the pages of American Psycho
and Geek Love,

you
torment
me.