Verb Confusion

The banana sits in the fridge.
The name on the side of it in black felt tipped pen.
Everything is owned.
Marked.
Scored.
Ruined.
Every second.
Every movement.
Marked.
Scored.
Ruined.
My words fall away.
Like the end of a call.
I am far away. I am
At the end of the line.
At the end of my being.
Not sure what
idonotwantthisanymoreidonotwantthisanymore
I will make the words.
Carefully place the words.
Reclaim my words. Call.
Become. Be.Come.
The banana sits in the fridge
marked scored ruined
I sit in this room
marked scored ruined
I await the call
I get ready with my black lines my sweeping hand my time.
The call to be me again.