Pome.

I am not here to ruin you.
I am already in you.
I am the work you don't do.
I am what you understand best and wordless.
I am with you in your chair and your song.
I am what you avoid and what you stop avoiding.
I am what's left when there's nothing left.
Love me hard, pilgrim.
--Sarah Manguso.

This was the poem we had to write a critical appreciation of in our Rhetoric & Composition exam. yesterday. Dunno whether what I wrote was remotely the right thing, but I love the poem. Thank you, Rimidi.