poor bastard

I am now clean from all the summer dirt the one that goes straight into your anus and does not let you sleep, the one that whispers to you late at night before you have the chance to wash it off. I am a lady now. I am wearing my pearl earrings, I hold a note pad and a pencil, I scratch my crotch only when no one is looking. I don't love you anymore. It took a while. It should have happened faster, I reckon. No big dramas or fellow tears or pasta dreams or rose petals. I am done with you darling. I am doing this: I have my pubics high on my belly, I am a poor bastard, I hold your hand and climb the hill. This is my hill, I shout, this is my hill, my pubes, my saggy tits, my wasted years.