pieces of herself

i'm tired of leaving pieces
of myself
all over town. there's
more to me than this,
she says,
standing in the night
light, her pale skin aglow.
these men,
these men, she sobs,
they want just one thing.
why can't they get
to know me,
leave that part of me
alone. what's wrong
with people these days,
she says, as she gets
dressed at the side
of the bed,
putting her clothes
on.