this poem is for you

this poem is for
you.
these words
I've been thinking
about for
a long time.
all night in fact
as I rolled
about dying
from the fumes of
the tub I
tried to
reglaze with a
can of epoxy spray.
this poem is for
you, as I type
in my daze,
my brain cells
evaporating
in the foggy haze
of chemicals
and particles afloat
in the air.
this poem is for
you, while
I sponge bath myself
in the sink,
unable to use
the tub for god
knows how many days.
this poem is for
you, writing down
just one of the many
homeowner mistakes
I have made, with
many more to come.