New Years' resolution for nothing

I could disappear here
I could evaporate into this wall and sink eternally into watching you wrapping your wires
and carrying away your keys -
avoiding forever strange advances
and waiting forever for another glance from under your black knit cap.
and nothing.

But on the first day of another year, I wake up here.
I am not wallpaper but flowered sheets and down.
I am whispering in your ear, I am these creaking floors.
Old pipes.
and ...
why pray for strength and dignity if I am not an I to hold such qualities?
what would light need to acquire to be light?

but I am hungry, still. and poor, (a state of which I shouted in a loud bar was a pre-requisite for enlightenment).

So should I sit here all morning while you snore and roll over
- making space in my stomach for nothing and illumination
or should I just make eggs?