She stands at the bus stop
Monroe piercing
lonely, starry-eyed
she sifts through the gutters
for halvsies
and whatever smells
of marijuana
She stands
four inch heels
waiting for the number 6
so she can get to the poor part of time
town
and suck the cocks of men
that resembles her father
loosely
and for money
the last time she saw her father
posters of Monroe paved plaster
and stuck her face
for the name
she tried college
her report card
consistent
A big red C-A-B
Passing, sucking off
back of a C-A-B
the best grade she’ll recieve
until after he cums.
Daddy always read the big words
out loud
She was an investment
So he’d sound it out for her
I-N-C-A-R-C-E-R-A-T-I-O-N
Sometimes when she’s working
she remembers laying on the couch
her legs on his lap
I-N-C-A-R-C-E-R-A-T-I-O-N
Now he knows the definition better than anyone
and she still loves, but fails to forgive
there are some words in that dictionary
too foul to remember.