Posted in poetry, published

Exit Strategy

Three months is my average; rarely
do I last any longer playing the role

of lover. I’ve dared myself to resist
the urge to leave, but it goes against

my truths. When lust-minded hands
turn to watchful eyes, I try to decide

if it’s worth it to be wanted for more
than late hours. Lovers begin to see me

as someone to bring home, to occupy
their houses. I find the exits too easily.

Originally published in Issue 1 of Picaroon Poetry.

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