Past time?
I didn’t shave or shower before I left
at sometime around 11 at night.
He fucked me anyway.
Nobody got off.
I’ve been invited back, but not to live.
Nobody gets off.
The second night solicited a marriage proposal.
Very little English is spoken
although there is incessant chatter.
It might seem odd to ask
but why do they always want to marry me?
I can’t love you back
so, in a way, I understand now.
I don’t want to care anymore.
Isn’t that fucking obvious by now?
Why else would I…
Instead, I suppose it’s about time I started.
Start over.
My things are not packing themselves, and I have to be out by the end of the week.