high and dry

at this age,

when money isn’t much of a problem. not like skin elasticity is, anyway.

at this age.

does it matter if you have a partner. a spouse. a soulmate.

does romance count? those fleeting moments of elation.

moments you’ll look back to when you’re feeling ugly and tired.

at this age,

does joy matter as much as security, the comfort of coming home

to sheets smelling like more than just your sweat.

a shared joke, the occasional glance across the room.

do those make it all right? 

my thighs itch, and the snores beside me tell me:

maybe i need more alcohol.

it’s murder on the skin.

but then again, what’s moisturizer for?



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