everything.

Sometimes i feel like a robot
at the gym occassionally
face to face with a punching bag
but most of the time it’s when i’m with you…
but now i hold the gray remote in my small hands,
the one that i dug out of the crevace in your brown musty couch, last tuesday
the one we used to play tv games with,
the one that always got lost beneath the couch
the one that controls the tv with 52 channels mirroring my personalities.
well, now i’m in control.
goodbye.