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Scene from a Dive Bar

Published July 20, 2015 by April Fox

The whores are dancing
in sensible shoes
to the beat of the songs that they loved
in their youth

Once upon a time, they might have been pretty.

Open-mouthed, scanning the room, looking for something they’ve lost
they are better loved than all of us
they are tired
and want to go home.

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Something About Hookers

Published January 6, 2015 by April Fox

I think I might be catching
some sort of disease
My back hurts more than it should.

I want my money back
this isn’t what I asked for
It costs more than I thought it would
I’ve nothing left to give.

Plastic bottles all lined up,
thoughts in one
personality in another
dreams flushed down the toilet
so you don’t get caught with them
Adult-proof caps your tired fingers
can’t unscrew

You’ve come undone.

You’ve come unscrewed.

And the hookers all look down their noses
caked with black from last night’s cheap mascara
They won’t even try
to catch your eye

They can smell the desperation
bottom-shelf, unlike their own

They are contemptuous of you
and your despair
and if you’re lucky, they might flash a tit
corrupt you for a dollar and they know
your holes are full of pockets
pockets full of holes
Backed up flat against the wall you spill your coins and relish
your disease.

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