musty cotton sheets
soft, hot skin, sweat.
she smells like cheap
patchouli and benson & hedges
freckles on her thigh, her
arm resting on her drooping tit.
she buries another fucking butt
into the ashtray and asks
when I’m going to get a
curtain for my goddamn shower.
she likes the avocado ones
with mushrooms on them.
I tell her she’s a moron and
can’t pick it out.
the ashtray
empties in my face
her fat ass and small waist
gets up.
she still smells like
sex- her legs wobble
and buckle as she sits on
the toilet.
my door doesn’t lock.
she wants breakfast.
bacon.
eggs.
coffee.
the bitch wants me to keep
paying for a relationship
that usually lasts an hour.