So what if I wind up used, useless, an aftertaste
Instead of the primacy of sex in your mouth, so what?
So I am aged, serious, empty of the things we prize the most--
Beauty, humor, glamour, affection, seduction--
If at the end I am graceless, then let me be graceless.
Let me be fat and ugly and mean, let me have empty hands.
Maybe then I will learn to be humble, to keep sweet.