Unpoetic Obsession

Is such an unbeautiful phenomenon.
Every where she goes, he goes.
Why isn’t she
As sick as I?
Her love must be
Being stretched to the
Breaking point.
Isn’t it?
No sex, no emotion,
Could mollify
Such an
Overwhelming Presence;
Such an
Overwhelmingly unpleasant
State of always-being-around.
Even at the height
Of some of my most
Spectacular poetic obsessions,
I made it my business
To give her some
Room to breathe.
A little air.
I would be disgusted
With myself to intentionally
Drown someone
Down to Chinatown.