I have been influenced

I have just finished reading a book and our departure from each other has made me sad. I am in a house with no library. I have nothing else to do.

This is a really bad poem I wrote:

Things are not the same as they were a year ago.
For that, I might be blessed.

Do you remember the song in which you sang,
succumb
succumb
succumb

to what?
to wash one’s hands repeatedly,
to wash the insides of my thighs, in reverse?

I am not shamed. But still you call,
Move to Kingsville with me.
Succumb.