psycho

"don't you wanna know why?"
he asks.

"no, not really."

"because of YOU," he says.
"don't say that," i plead.
"because of YOU", he says again.
"you are SICK", i tell him.
"if i'm sick it's because of YOU" , he says
casually, checking his nails.

"because of you i am sick and
i will not get better."

"you have disorted this obsession
of yours way out of proportion.
way, WAY out of proportion,"

i say, then move over to
another aisle.