Aftermath

I'm tired, you know. I'm just...tired.

I've tried everything.
I've sat in dark corners in dinghy rooms and smoked intoxication. I've put wine bottles to my lips and drank without fluttering an eyelash or gasping air. I've found the dinghiest poker clubs and thrown my pearl earrings to the whims of a hand...I've wrapped myself around poles and around men in oak-pannelled wine bars.

I've opened my legs wide and let them see, and touch, and play...


And still, and still I find that you persist.


So either come, or just tell me simply that you are leaving my life.









But...come.