When the world ends you will not be in my bed. You will be zipping your pants to return to your family.

I am not satisfied with a sometime lover.

I require devotion. 

Yet I find myself 

    again

The object 

Who heals the healer

Who asks the divine

Are your needs met?

Most of the time 

when I’m deeply distracted

Broke down

Crying into my cup

Mourning the illusion of love

My friend pats my back

Close your legs to married men

            she tells me

I never split them apart