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Poetry
Looking for Work
won’t you come back to mine?
At the club the interviewer
buys me a rum & coke
and asks hi, you’re pretty, won’t you
go out with me? & I admire
his confidence, so I’m polite like no
sir, I’m so sorry, only
I don’t really eat on weekdays anymore.
At the bar he’s more
straightforward, he leads with hi
hi baby, won’t you
come back to mine? sleep with me?
& I wouldn’t but I would, it’s just that
I’ve been very afraid of the dark lately
and it won’t help to have you there.
I’m not so sure why he puts up with me
I do my hair and nails
drink until I’m sociable
physical, electrical, older, old enough,
girl who’s had enough, someone ought to
take her home, take her home, take her
in the car she’ll be physical, electrical, cool
and in forward motion– getting out at the first
red light or stop sign– putting her thumb out
to hitch a ride
