I may feel I'm done

And my mouth was bitter from the coffee
as if numb and senseless
old and tired too
which mouth would stand spitting love with such bitterness?

And it felt like I had no nails
like life was a sort of pair of tights trying to slide down
and there was no way to pull them
grab them
put them in place.

And I wanted to do nothing
or maybe cry, in case it helped.
Or kiss and smell that white skin
which I could pull better. I thought.