Petulia’s word: vacant
Bayard’s question: Have you ever been pork sworded?
Down the sweaty hotel walls—your face—
Beads of perspiration trace.
I can see in the mirror—your eyes—
My heaving thighs.
You fuck me like you’re bored—a chore.
Do you even want me anymore?
We are both politely faking—vacant.
Too lazy to leave.