Janitor

I have grown tired 
of sex being transactional 
as though my intimacy 
meant as little as
a simple card swipe 
buying something as unimportant 
and unimpressive and unnecessary 
as coffee and bagels 
is this what sex
has become now nothing 
more than chum or
seed or slop to 
attract animals to feed 
being less about hunger 
and more about time 
my body will no
longer be a towel 
cleaning up someone else’s 
mess after he spilled 
himself and walked away 
I’m not your janitor