when the drain refused my offering, I saw it until it evaporated, to remember my insufficiency
our saviour in crotchless sweatpants
revealed her freshly shaved tip jar
and later
explained why there was a paywall
to access the wrinkles
we once bathed in
in a final plea
to avoid being nailed permanently
to the shag carpeting that had
absorbed the toil
that sometimes brought us to climax