late on sunday night
I'm drunk, again
bored, again
I smell like empty sex, again
none of this is new.

two leaves in my left hand,
dying, red and yellow.

yes; I am a drunkard.
yes; I am a whore.
this is nothing new.

when I am naked,
and you are touching my breasts,
what do you feel?

I feel calloused skin,
and giving flesh,
I feel
nothing.