I Shaved My Legs with Toilet Water at a Truck Stop
I texted you before I came and asked if I could take a shower there. You did not respond. You said you wanted to paint in the morning, but did not explain further. You made me feel like a prostitute. So I left. And I shaved my legs in a truck stop bathroom with toilet water. It is the last time I will see you. So this is my goodbye. Writing this because it’s the first time my calcified heart felt anything in two years. My beautiful, mysterious, strange, amazing, talented Sir. I am obsessed with you. I’m sure you know that. But, unfortunately, from start to finish, all I am to you, is a mouth.
