1972, Butcher's Corner
Painted ladies
Platform boots
Mini skirts
Stockings, garter belts
Low slung Vs
Bubbling over with mottled mummeries
Hanging around Butcher’s Corner
On the hook
The pray orbit
Slowing down, speeding up
Slow…gone
Around a corner, back again
Red car arrives
A Tom tentatively
Extends his index finger
‘You’
Chubby whore saunters over
Too much sass
For that much ass
She leans in the car window
‘Head?’
‘Ten quid.’
He scans her lumps, ‘I’ve got five.’
‘Go on then.’
[We’ll be eating tonight]
Opening the door
Pushing the passenger seat forward
Saying
‘In the back, stay low.’
Ums and ahs; disgruntled, shamed
Hard times, little pride
Squeezing titanic thighs in-between fake leather
Beehive head pressed to the back seat
Familiar odors filling her lungs
Milk, cough drops
Shampoo, crayons
Telltale signs of little ones
Nostalgia boils
Gulping, suppressing tears
Shoving guilt from her nut
There’s work to be done, no regrets
Tires churn pebbles
Arrival at Rubber John Alley
Her office
A life
His zipper strains a loaded gun
In under five minutes
Dirty deed done
Not even time to soft boil an egg
With blind ego intact she declines a ride back
Done for the night, enough flow
Over the road
Into the park
To three little girls identically dressed
On swings, dangling legs
Ultra-white socks to their knees
Giggling
Copyright © Cheryle Sanders | Year Posted 2012
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