i've spent my life trying-
completing- moving from one project
to the next-
they were usually men
and that thought
doesn't stop me
from beginning again.

the whore has her weaknesses
she just doesn't broadcast them.

i wonder if she knows
who she is
without their flesh
covering her-
without their thoughts of defeat
and negativity.

this morning
i don't.
i don't have an answer for it- for anything
but i'm enjoying the way the coffee glides
and mixes in with these thoughts of poison.

-a.