#11

I can't be the only one who notices
    the relentless imperialism of mold
    as it overtakes the shower;
  the fuzzy tile trenches vomit their cargo
      in foul mandalas that pattern the wretched floor.

I wonder why the roses on my mattress
    stink of stale sweat
                     instead of sweet summer
& I laugh when no one notices:
               I've been wearing the same clothes for two weeks.