1400 hrs October 17th 2005

Sometimes

I don't know what's wrong

anymore

with my life.

At the age of 41,

another woman

is walking out

of my life.

My life is a fucking

common corridor,

for women

to walk in

and walk out.

I fucking give up

I fucking fucking

give up.

Or should I

just give up

fucking.

I feel like

a disposable panty,

wrong brand,

wrong size,

use and throw away.