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We'll call her Lilith
Because she broke
her rosary beads early
and thought jesus
made too many rules
for a cunt to follow,
she didn't take to sidewalks
but knew the streets
each name sat
on her slim
fingertips.
Took to upper class
and was mean
as hell about it,
she was everything
their wives, girlfriends
and partners
dreamed
about
her rubber legs
stained with grime
from requests
they demanded,
they ask for more
because she was there
and money
was ready to burn
inside leather
trousers like
cigarette
burns.
I think it filled
up more for them
than the figures
lining in her wallet
but those figures
are nothing to
turn a nose up at,
sending herself
off to play at night
was all part of it
and odd marriage
requests was nothing
out of the blue
either.
Do those
six p.m alarms
still ring off
at times
do you feel
rosary beads
still snapping
in-between
your teeth
Lilith?
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