when this ended again
the same relationship
with a man of a different name

i filed it under
same shit, different day

i shook myself
the way a dog shakes off water
trying to rid myself
of the drops of you
that still clung to my skin

i stood in the sun for a while
trying to dry off
the wetness of men
(cum and tears)

and i thought
maybe i should change my name
because it's the one that stays the same

in the light of epiphany
i saw another door
i could go back through the revolving one
and spin around some more

instead i took a chance
and tried the other door
i walked in the woman i used to be
and strutted out as the Lipstick Whore

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