i'm a whore before a businesswoman
half-uniformed
i cough up the sweat of your semen
in the shower i z-track my skin and scrub it off with rubbing alcohol
a text message dries me off
six hours before i log on
i'm supposed to be a good girl and
save myself the trouble of
caring
but today i didn't wear fishnet
and painted each glare on my fingernails
tonight between the mattress and the wall
you swallow the rest of the world to
critique my performance
you kiss my hands again
and find mary in my calloused knuckles
thumbing my wrist you fan low across my ear
and say you enjoy my incompleteness
it stopped feeling good to be seen
but
when i do something once
i'm doing it forever