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.