WHATEVER

last of the sesame oil
laquered on your sciatica
in cloudy apologies
meant for?
not the one breaking
a sweat and promises
made to drugs
seratonin re-uptake
makes me pious now
feel nothing
want nothing
calculated sorrow
grieves with her throat full
"Your mouth is so hot."
(whatever)
effleurage practiced
routine memorized
devoid of passion
clinical strokes
until you sigh
and bored
I strip
and straddle
a bad fit
nothing stretches
my walls outward
nor pushes up against
my cervix
nothing more than
seroquel apathy
reasonableness
compromising wife
performing duties
in water retension
nonchalance
until nothing comes
causing your exclamations
your sweat
you shuddering
beneath my stoicism
you continue to sigh
and I slide off
grateful that it's over
a whole three and half minutes later ...

...time to take my meds