Foreign fabrics cover my bare skin.

A door that lacks a lock hides me now. For now.

A newly made man twists up with a would-be woman.

I feel I am a disappointment.

My bare skin is as worn as the new mattress that holds me here.

A child disguised in full breasts and a liquor dress reached out while spirits ran high.

Here and now, I am the result.

Where the walls flash false gold.

And a newly made man ignores the childish eyes of a would-be woman.