late on sunday night

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.